or maybe it’s just the heat. it’s not luck, ’cause i’m not the lucky type.
but my beau lost his place in his book, didn’t feel like looking for it, so asked me what page he was on.
of course, i had no idea–this was just a lark.
so he tells me the range of pages and without thinking i reply “213″.
he turns there and then acts a little odd.
apparently that WAS the page he was on.
