my love don't cost a thing

So Eli, a boy I went out with in New York in October, came to Shelter Harbor on Christmas Eve with his family.

He asked about me, so my sister gave him her number (I don't have a working cell phone anymore.).

I called him, as I still had his digits.

He said he'd call back before returning home on Sunday. We made tentative plans.

What's that sound?

Oh, that's the sound of Sheila getting blown off.

betholindo at 9:19 a.m.

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