Move along - nothing to see here. I have the number, but am too much of an arse to use it. She is working tonight. Something Not. Something other. I cannot. I am. I hate - I want not to. I have got her number - she knows - what the fuck is happening. I will have to speak to her at some point. She has my number too - but she is probably less likely to use it than I am. She has less reason to. I am me. There is more.
Saturday, 6 November 1999
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