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He took me to Momofuku last night but he has texted me again, asking to meet this evening, he has friends in town, they’ll adore me, please come.
“He’s fucking clingy,” Jonas says, skeptically, ashing his cigarette into an empty beer can. We are on the floor of Fallon’s East Village apartment, tenth-between-a-and-first, which I’m house-sitting for the Christmas break. “You met him what, four days ago? Who goes on three dates in four days?”
I had plans to go to the movies with Jonas, can u do this weekend instead, I text him back.
bring him too then, bisous
I show Jonas and he shrugs. “As long as he’s paying.”