An exchange of words over the still-faulty phone took me a little by surprise.
"Doin anything monday?"
"Other than waking up and smelling the flowers, I have no other plan."
"If the pollen gets to you, we can do bala at nite."
See? Maybe that's a problem.
But I can't help it. I can't resist smarts.
And then, I don't know how to stop.
I'm a dumbass, really. :/
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Attica or Sahara?
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