In which I call
rushthatspeaks, because it's an autumn-bright afternoon in Harvard Square and I love them.
Rush's phone: *rings*
No one picks up; I keep on walking down Mass. Ave.
My phone: *rings*
Rush-That-Speaks: Sorry, I missed your call because of the earthquake.
Rush's phone: *rings*
No one picks up; I keep on walking down Mass. Ave.
My phone: *rings*
Rush-That-Speaks: Sorry, I missed your call because of the earthquake.