What the fuck? I thought we were friends - didn't I fucking blather on and on about your goddam wedding, all weepy like half a fucking fairy?
I'm not saying we're done....I'll give you a chance to explain. But if you think I'm inviting you over to my place for this week's Beverly Hills 90210 marathon (and Noah is about to get his first DUI, do you REALLY wanna miss that?!?!?!?), you're nuts.
My phone is on, and I am waiting by it.
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