Saturday, June 6, 2009
XVI: Susan
Susan Yaremshky. 23 years old. I grew up with her. Every month or two she comes over to cry on my shoulder. Which I don't mind, because a) she's a nice girl. I genuinely like her; and b) her legs go all the way down.
We may be inevitable.
Last Wednesday she arrived with a bottle of wine. "Hey Matthew," she grinned at me.
"Susan," I said. I fear I had a knowing look on my face, and that she saw it, and that she didn't mind. But I mind.
She came in and poured us each a glass.
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Inevitable?
Hi Matthew. :-)
-Susan
How embarrassing. But yeah, don't you think?
Hi Susan.
I'm still thinking about Clarke.
me too. that guy is awesome.
- clarke
Are we inevitable?
I'm coming to your place tonight. To talk.
-Susan
Clarke: You ARE awesome.
Susan: umm, okay. See you later. ?
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