He didn't show up. It's not much of a big deal, but he didn't show up. He was the one who was so excited about it, but he didn't show up. It's the second time he stood me up, and I'm feeling the same. Later at night, he called me to say that something happened, although he stayed silent most of the time. I didn't say anything, and waited for him to talk. He said that he'd call again, so I hung up, without saying a single word. He didn't call again.
I wasn't able to sleep. I don't even remember what happened that day, except for the phone call. When I realized it was morning, I couldn't get up. My thighs are screaming of pain. I don't know how I managed to reach the computer.
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