Jan 12 2004
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and the e-mail said
“So much unfun stuff to do here today. Wish I could just sit and talk with you. Those eyes. Those damned beautiful EYES.”
and part of me just wants to respond “whoa, are you talking about me? me, jodi chromey?”
and part of me just wants to ignore it, because well, what in the hell does one say to that?
and part of me just can’t stop smiling because, well, because i like compliments like that.
