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It got so bad that every titone played – ‘Goin’ To The Chapel,’ by the way; he put it on there, NOT hten up, and I would think about not answering it

But I always did

It’ll get better, I told ether at Syracuse, it’ll be so much better

There were only teeks left, and then ould spend all of college together

During World War II, soldiers had to go off to war and leave their girlfriends and wives behind for years, I reasoned This is just a test of our love, that’s all

On the other hand, those girlfriends and wives never had to deal with freaked-out phone calls and Skype sessions obsessing over whether they were cheating or not

Truth was, I envied y boyfriend Hell, she didn’t have a boyfriend at all She slept hoive a daht

Well, actually, she learned to give a daht hookup, I pitched a fit So orked out a coht a week she could bring soo crash in a sofa chair in the coh But the rest of the tio to his place or screw hi No exceptions

She kept to her end of the deal In fact, as I was sitting there trying to concentrate on ht anybody home in a couple of weeks

Speak of the Devil, and she shall appear

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I heard the key fumble and scrape noisily across the lock It was the sound I called ‘the Drunk Doorbell’ – a sure sign that Shanna was blasted

It was usually accompanied by ‘the Drunk Disclaimer’

“Shhhh,” she giggled out in the hallway “We gotta be quiet cuz I got a roommate…”

Ah, there it was

“I’m awake,” I called out “You don’t have to be quiet”

The lock clicked and the door crashed open, and Shanna stuood…”

I turned around froeous, but she had a great soing I’d had a lot of practice in fending off guys –– but I never, ever flirted with anybody Shanna didn’t just flirt, she manhandled