The excuse is that the wheather is awfull... which is true, but still feels like an excuse.
She wants to re-schedule for a less grumpy day. I'm quite sure days here don't get un-grumpy until March.
'Coz it must be torture to read how both of us ruin our own lives.
"You and me may never make a mark on the shape of history, but I'm glad you came to make your mark on me." -Jess Chalker
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