When she gets the message it is twenty-seven minutes later, and she is hopping to put on postshower pants. Hop hop hop. And zip. And a redial, holding the phone between her shoulder and her ear, and trying to tie her shoes at the same time. "Where you at, my dear darling buddies? (I'm still cool!)"
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Date: 2010-07-21 03:11 am (UTC)