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The first thing Laurie did when he got home, after he took off his jacket and threw his motorcycle helmet in the closet but before he checked his answering machine, was make some coffee. It helped him think.
When he felt sufficiently caffienated he pushed the play button on his answering machine. Most of the messages were from Bader Glassman, and they all basically boiled down to "Where the hell are you? I need to talk to you." He left three different phone numbers - his house, his mom's house, and his cell phone. Laurie figured he'd avoid calling Mrs Glassman's house as long as he could, because what would he say to her if she answered the phone? "Hi, Mrs Glassman, I'm Laurie Dolan, I was friends with Gunther, we were fuckbuddies for a while...." Uh... no.
( cut for the conversation with bader glassman )
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When he felt sufficiently caffienated he pushed the play button on his answering machine. Most of the messages were from Bader Glassman, and they all basically boiled down to "Where the hell are you? I need to talk to you." He left three different phone numbers - his house, his mom's house, and his cell phone. Laurie figured he'd avoid calling Mrs Glassman's house as long as he could, because what would he say to her if she answered the phone? "Hi, Mrs Glassman, I'm Laurie Dolan, I was friends with Gunther, we were fuckbuddies for a while...." Uh... no.
( cut for the conversation with bader glassman )
words: 985
total words: 44,430
