Thursday, 17 February 2011


Tomorrow night is going to be her last night in Dallas, she gets home Saturday. Her roommate is flying out Friday, so she had the place to herself Friday night.

She said there was a single rose outside her unit's door on Friday morning, a single yellow rose, with a note.

"I'd like to come over tomorrow. Todd."

She sent him a text right away. "Of course."

"I don't know, so don't ask," she told me. "I really don't know."

"Emily, you..."

"I know, I have your permission. But that doesn't mean I want to."

I'm going to be swollen from now until late Friday night or early Saturday morning.

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