Listeme

Em called me this afternoon. (Yes, I answered the phone.) Some guy was bothering her while she was walking home from working on a project with some friends. I went and picked her up, adrenaline pouring through me from scalp to toes. She is okay. We're both shaken. Tonight we're going to buy a new phone for her, because the old phone has been acting up and it took her several tries to reach me.

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listeme said…

Yes, I'm going to report him. Never fear.

10:24 PM

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