Marc was dressed . . . well, as he always was. Which was to say fabulously. His hair was perfectly quaffed.
He was talking to Amanda on his cellphone as he found the apartment and knocked.
". . . That's right, everywhere. My poor feet are about ready to fall off! There's no cabs or even --" He shuddered melodramatically, knowing that Amanda would know exactly what he was doing even if she couldn't see it. "Public transportation. It's like I've been sentenced to exile in hell!"
"Here I am!" Marc agreed cheerfully. ". . . No, honey, I wasn't talking to you. . . . No. You're kidding. . . . You're kidding. . . . I demand pictures! . . . Anyway, I've got to go, honey, it's time for my gay makeover date. . . . No, not with a boy. . . . No! God, Amanda, are you trying to scar me for life? . . . Yes. Lesbian. . . ." Marc tilted his head and looked Cally over. "Not bad. She's got lots of potential. . . . Okay, picture swap. Okay. Byyyyeeeee,"
And he finally hung up.
"Sorry, Amanda's a talker. But I'm all yours, now."
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He was talking to Amanda on his cellphone as he found the apartment and knocked.
". . . That's right, everywhere. My poor feet are about ready to fall off! There's no cabs or even --" He shuddered melodramatically, knowing that Amanda would know exactly what he was doing even if she couldn't see it. "Public transportation. It's like I've been sentenced to exile in hell!"
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And he finally hung up.
"Sorry, Amanda's a talker. But I'm all yours, now."
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Pause.
"Shoes. I said shoes."
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