Private to Self, Montague: January 9, 2001
Day: Tuesday
Time: Morning, an hour or so before Pansy's message
Location: Trésor Littéraire
[Private to Self]
HOLY SHIT. What the hell are they writing about ME for?!
Fucking Prophet. FUCKING PROPHET.
Does Pansy's father read the sports pages? Holy shit, if her parents see this....
Okay, calm down. It figures. It's I should have expected this. It was going to happen eventually. Maybe no one will notice. No one I know, anyway. Not right away. At least it's buried in the sports section.
But it's still there. Everything, out in the open. Today of all days.
Bloody terrific.
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[Private to Montague]
Montague,
Just so I know. In the event that there is an "international outcry," should I start brushing up on how to say "fuck you" in multiple languages? Or are we striving for dignity in the face of adversity?
-PD
[/Private]
Time: Morning, an hour or so before Pansy's message
Location: Trésor Littéraire
[Private to Self]
HOLY SHIT. What the hell are they writing about ME for?!
Fucking Prophet. FUCKING PROPHET.
Does Pansy's father read the sports pages? Holy shit, if her parents see this....
Okay, calm down. It figures. It's I should have expected this. It was going to happen eventually. Maybe no one will notice. No one I know, anyway. Not right away. At least it's buried in the sports section.
But it's still there. Everything, out in the open. Today of all days.
Bloody terrific.
[/Private]
[Private to Montague]
Montague,
Just so I know. In the event that there is an "international outcry," should I start brushing up on how to say "fuck you" in multiple languages? Or are we striving for dignity in the face of adversity?
-PD
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