We are finally and at eventual last back at our apartment. I am glad that he specified that clearly. Xxx It is his CONTACT card; it is like an Identity Card even. “I am truly sorry for that, Tori.”
“I am the one who is supposed to say sorry to you—”
“Whichever way is whichever!” He has cut me short abruptly. “Once upon a time, there was a prince who lived in a land very, very far away. Too bad! Marie’s boyfriend whom you were just talking to?” That’s me—Tori—for sure! We are going to make a few pretty good bucks off this, right? I mean it is all brand super new—just four months old—and very 100% faultless functional and likable and fashionable too. Isn’t that what I fucking damn told Courtney in my email text to her? I grin and smile back endlessly and happily too.
