:: a.whisper.in.water ::

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:: Friday, November 08, 2002 ::

Crap. Eye-deep in spanish, and blinking with sleep, I think I'm going to have to concede another weekend to work. I kept wanting to surprise Her, to say I couldn't, to say there was too much work, and just come anyway, but the fake too-much-work became real, and I don't know that I can go, and I feel so poorly about it, even though I know She understands, I know She understands...
Gomenasai.

:: Aziz 1:50 AM [+] ::
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