. after a brief exchange , they both ended up laughing . he came back over to me ." kanyn's probably at county ." he laughed back the patrolwoman .
she smiled at him in a way that made me grin , partly in disbelief . partly in admiration . she was indeede flirting with him .
sam was the most unlikely for sex machines . they've all been cops , ui thought . even ramona .
"well , i can't find the girls , " i said ."they haven't called back ."
you said that ./"
sam's rejionder took me back to sitting on the front steps of the duplex with amy - script supervisor amy - earlier that day as i watched her dissect the bird - of paradise blossom she's deadheaded i said ," i've ben repeating myself a lot lately ."
"you're getting old . what's next ?"
"i was hoping you would tell me ."
before sam had a chance to scoff at whatever i suggested . my phone buzzed . sam took the opportunity to saunter back over to the patrol cop . i looked at the screen , where i saw an unfamiliar icon . guessed it mean i had a new text message . or maybe an attachment to something . if i did nothing , i fingured whatever it was would find a good temporary home - digital foster care - alongside the map to A.O.C that amy had sent me before dinner .
i didn't know how to open attachments . the instruction for the ohone were in boulder . jonas , my teacher , was sleep - i hoped - in white plains .
texts and attactments would have to waite until our next char .
i longed for my old phone . the one i knew how to use . the one that the taxi had obliterated . during our electronics shopping trip intimes square , janas had explained to me that he'sd picked out for me . he thought that was a pretty cool feature . at the time , i'd beren dubious about the usefuless of watching television on my phone . standing behind the police line in mt. washington , i must admit i gad begun wondering if i might be a good time for an eposide of CSI .
she smiled at him in a way that made me grin , partly in disbelief . partly in admiration . she was indeede flirting with him .
sam was the most unlikely for sex machines . they've all been cops , ui thought . even ramona .
"well , i can't find the girls , " i said ."they haven't called back ."
you said that ./"
sam's rejionder took me back to sitting on the front steps of the duplex with amy - script supervisor amy - earlier that day as i watched her dissect the bird - of paradise blossom she's deadheaded i said ," i've ben repeating myself a lot lately ."
"you're getting old . what's next ?"
"i was hoping you would tell me ."
before sam had a chance to scoff at whatever i suggested . my phone buzzed . sam took the opportunity to saunter back over to the patrol cop . i looked at the screen , where i saw an unfamiliar icon . guessed it mean i had a new text message . or maybe an attachment to something . if i did nothing , i fingured whatever it was would find a good temporary home - digital foster care - alongside the map to A.O.C that amy had sent me before dinner .
i didn't know how to open attachments . the instruction for the ohone were in boulder . jonas , my teacher , was sleep - i hoped - in white plains .
texts and attactments would have to waite until our next char .
i longed for my old phone . the one i knew how to use . the one that the taxi had obliterated . during our electronics shopping trip intimes square , janas had explained to me that he'sd picked out for me . he thought that was a pretty cool feature . at the time , i'd beren dubious about the usefuless of watching television on my phone . standing behind the police line in mt. washington , i must admit i gad begun wondering if i might be a good time for an eposide of CSI .
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