I was bad.
Very very bad.
The Mormon has not called.
Quite possibly because I am so very fat.
But also perhaps because I texted him Wednesday to get something stupid translated into Spanish. (I locked Bjoern's keys like a total dumbass in his apartment and needed to write a note to the cleaning lady for help.) He replied back promptly and helpfully. All seemed well.
Thursday I texted him breezily to invite him to Q's. No response.
Friday night I called and left voicemail.
It is now Saturday night.
Nothing. Nada. Zilp. Zilch. Fuck.
Oh god oh god oh god.
I am an idiot.
The End.
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