I picked up Fernando in the morning on the 28th. And then I had to work. I worked on Saturday, too.
Fernando pumped my gas.
We had one day. Sunday. And then he flew back to Rhode Island. I drove him to Midway Monday morning, and then went to work. Just like that, our together weekend was gone. And we had only one day together. I'm griping, I know. It just wasn't fair; I'm not happy right now. That's just the way of it.
Back to life,
Christine
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