I was feeling really nostalgic last night. I wanted to talk to my Island Prince...really bad. I don’t know why. It was like something came over me. I tried calling him but a French operator came on. I sent him an e-mail and sent his brother a text.
Island Prince e-mailed me back with his new number.
I called him, the conversation was short but sweet. He wanted to know when I was going to come and see him…anytime he wants. We couldn’t really talk because of the static and background noise, but…the few minutes satisfied my craving.
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
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