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He said he would call. He didn't. She waited by the phone. As she thought, he seemed to like her. She replays in her head, all that she did and had said. Couldn't have been me, she contends.
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Oct 23, 2014
Oct 23, 2014 at 3:36 PM UTC
No Call
He said he would call. He didn't. She waited by the phone. As she thought, he seemed to like her. She replays in her head, all that she did and had said. Couldn't have been me, she contends.
This is from many years back when dating really sucked....wait, it still does! Before the advent of the cell phone when you actually had to be stationary in your home to get a call. What a pain that was. Now it's much better because he can text you, and 1293 other women at the same time! Nothing like being a by-product of a "mass-text"! ;)
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Oct 23, 2014
Oct 23, 2014 at 3:36 PM UTC
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