On July 9:
There was a message on the answering machine when I got home from VBS. I was thinking it might be the doctor's office calling back to say the lab results were in. Nope.
"Ava! This isa Fumiko! Happy Birsaday! I gotta you [think you are] a nice girl--you want to go with me? I see you soon! Happy Birthday! . . ."
Poor Fumiko. He probably screwed up all his courage to make that phone call and leave that message and it wasn't even at the right house.
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