Tuesday, February 15, 2005

The Day After Valentine’s Day

Someone just called my cell phone.

“Hello, can I speak to Hate?”

“Who?”

“Hate?”

“You have a wrong number.”

“Oh, okay.”

After the first sentence I knew it was a wrong number, but I really wanted to know if the guy had asked to speak to Hate. I think he did. I don’t think this bodes well…for anything.

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