"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. . Rosie.
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