This is Rosie.

Rosie doesn't feel quite as sick as she did yesterday.

Rosie still feels a little ill, but probably because she ate too fast.

Or she has her period.

Either way, she doesn't feel quite normal yet.

Rosie phoned her Mike last night.

Or her Mike phone her.

She can't remember.

She told her Mike that she was going up to Clinton in the beginning of August.

Her Mike asked her how she was getting there.

She told her Mike that Wolfie, her crazy friend in Vanderhoof, was paying for a bus ticket to get her up.

Her Mike was flabergasted.

He didn't mind that it was some strange male bussing her up.

He was mildly irked by the fact she was letting him /pay/ for a bus ticket, where as she rarely let her Mike pay for anything.

She consoled her Mike by telling him she would let him pay for the next thing if he really wanted.

Her Mike was consoled.

She was amused.

Rosie is going to leave a post-it with lip marks on it on his apartment door today.

The dirty old men across the hall should get a kick out of it.

So should he.

Rosie thinks he'll wear it on his forehead for the remainder of the day.

He's like that.

Rosie is amused.

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Rosie.

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