by Robert Gryfft
"Lady Gaga. Stalking you." She sipped her coffee.
He nodded, wide-eyed. “Her limo drives by! Late at night. She--"
His phone rang. He silenced it.
“Who’s that?” she asked.
He twitched. “Pretty sure it’s Tom Brokaw. He--”
He spun around just in time to see Barack Obama nervously duck behind a menu.
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Until You Love Me
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