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11:48 p.m. - 05.31.2003
No pity calls, please.
Things have come to a conclusion with Perry.
I called him tonight from Project Q on my cell phone, because he called me the night before when I wasn't home. So, I thought it would be nice to return the call.
Perry: I just called to see how you were doing.
translation:
"That's all I fucking called for! Leave me alone now!!!"
I got it. But I wasn't ready to admit defeat.
Me: So, what are you doing tonight?
Him: Oh... um, I'm hanging out with friends... Yeah, I already have plans. Sorry.... I'm sorry."
That's when it was loud and clear.
You could have just said you weren't going to call.
I don't want a pity call, dammit.
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