Cellular
I phoned Elizabeth in New Orleans the other day and awoke her during, what she told me, a progressive damp dream. Supposedly, I was this Adonis like creature who entered the room topless wearing a pair of rugged jeans, sat down on her bed, and started to whisper sweet-nothings in her ear. This is when I interrupted her dream. I knew she scampered afterwards to return back to her joyous mirage, but of course, it was too late-it always is.
Serves her right though. I have had my share of unfortunate timings when she has called. The incidents were different of course, but the affects still lingered. Serves me right though-I decided to get a cellular phone and use it as my business phone, just in case people had to call me and talk… business.
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