If I rememered what feelings were, mine might be hurt.*

Y'all remember my bumping into a friend at Einstein's last week, who suddenly remembered I existed and said, at the door as I was leaving and she arriving, that she needed to talk to me. At my "Should I be worried?" (as in, "What the fuck are you on about?") she didn't care to elaborate. After promising to call, text or facebook (or suggesting I do it), she finally contacts me a week later. ( Cue drama. )

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* Malcolm, True Blood