Jan 11, 2015
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☏ - one voicemail left by my muse on your muse’s phone
Peter: Vanessa. Vaneeeessa. I know you're mad. I know I fucked up. Look, I'm sorry. I just, I didn't mean to throw your shoes in the pool. I wasn't thinking, really. I drank a little too much and they were right there and I was trying to hit Nav with them and... Will you just call me back? Please? Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease? [sighs] I'm sorry again. Be my friend. I'll bring you pie and new shoes I swear. I'll call later. You better pick up. [hangs up]