A Love Story

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And as she looked at the cell phone for the nth time, she wanted it to show some signs of life. A call, a message...Oh she would even settle for a missed call. *sigh* nothing. And as he lay sprawled across the bed with no sense of time, the saliva had customarily formed white patches on the pillow, the alarm had dutifully rung till it ran out of battery and his friends had loyally stayed in their drunk slumber. *blissful* sleep.