He showed.
The small-town girl did NOT get taken by a fasting, Ramadan-practicing, city guy out to make a buck--he was just a few hours late.
Sometimes I don't want to be right, or smart. I just want to be, and hope things go like they're supposed to.
This time, it didn't bite me.
Truthfully? It almost never does.
Thursday, September 4, 2008
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