Time keeps on slipping, slipping
October 13, 2010 - 7:39 a.m.

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"I want to see you," he breathed into the phone. A secret little thrill ran through me. "Can I come see you tomorrow?"

So much to do, so much to do.

"I'm really busy," I said, and I wasn't lying.

"God, Rosie," he moaned. "You have no idea what you do to me."

I have some idea.

"You have to give me more than twenty-four hour's notice," I told him, regretfully.

Even so, I know he won't come. He's just not that kind of guy to, you know, follow through.

My eyes are heavy with sleep this morning.

To work, to work I go.

No time, no time.

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Rosie.

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