want a green card, anyway. Not that you’re not, you know, totally hot.
Aw, gotta go, I’m up next on the halfpipe. Luv ya.
Mal
PS Know what? I kinda miss The Dude. Give him a big kiss for me, willya? Oh, you can’t, cause you’re in I–ty. Sorry.
Travel Diary of
Holly Caputo and Mark Levine
Jane Harris
Isn’t that sweet? I miss The Dude, too. If he were here right now, he’d be curled up around my feet.
And my toes would be losing all circulation because he weighs so much. But still.
I don’t understand why Julio hasn’t written, though. What if he forgot? To feed The Dude, I mean?
But how could he forget? I stuck a giant sign on his dad’s door, to remind him….
Where was I? Oh, yeah. Walking through the piazza behind Mark and Holly.
Well… while I was looking at them, and thinking how cute they are, and what a shame it was that Modelizer Cal wasn’t there with us to see them and all, I got a pang.
A PANG.
I’ll admit it. I mean, I am totally happy for Holly and in full support of this elopement scheme. Really, given the situation, I don’t see how she and Mark have any choice BUT to elope.
But seeing them together like that, her head on his shoulder, his arm around her—I felt a pang.
Because where is MY Mark? Really? Where IS he?
Because I know he’s not in Canada right now, hitting the halfpipe—or the full pipe. Or even both, as in Malcolm’s case. I mean, I like Malcolm and all, and we have a blast together. But I can’t really picture him strolling through the piazza with his arm around my waist. Skateboarding through it, certainly. But having a nice glass of bianco frizzante as the sun sets? Not so much.
I’m sure he’s out there, somewhere. My Mark, I mean. He has to be, right?
But what if I never find him? Or what if I already met him, and I messed it up somehow? This would not be unusual, since I mess up everything. I mean, what if My Mark was DAVE who cheated on me with Amy Jenkins (that whore)?
Oh, God, no. Fate would never be so unkind.
Or what if My Mark was Curt Shipley, who took me to the prom in 11th grade, and we made out in his Chevette afterwards, and then that summer, I found out he’d been making out, in that same Chevette, with Mike Morris after the fireworks on the Fourth of July?
Which means I must have turned Curt gay, because he certainly wasn’t gay BEFORE we made out.
Oh, my God. What if Curt Shipley was the man of my dreams, and I TURNED HIM GAY?????
Killing self now.
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To: Mark Levine
Fr: Cal Langdon
Re: Sorry
Sorry I missed it when you called earlier. I was dead to the world. We still on for dinner tonight?
Cal
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To: Cal Langdon
Fr: Mark Levine
Re: Sorry
Yes, I happened to hear how “dead to the world” you were as I passed by your room on my way to meet the girls. I wasn’t aware that corpses were sexually active… at least, if I’m to assume the heavily accented female voice calling your name with ever-increasing volume as she climaxed was, indeed, coming from Room 204.
Mark
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To: Mark Levine
Fr: Cal Langdon
Re: Sorry
Oh. That was Graziella. She won’t be joining us tonight.
Cal
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To: Cal Langdon
Fr: Mark Levine
Re: Sorry
I am sorrier to hear that than words can adequately express. See you at eight.
Mark
PDA of Cal Langdon
It was a mistake to invite Grazi in. I should have insisted on going to her place. I’d forgotten how… loud she can be.
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ANTIPASTI
Insalatina mista all’aceto balsamico Carpaccio tiepido di manzo con parmigiano e rucola Medaglioni d’astice con insalata di stagione
PASTA
Fusilli con pomodori e basilico Garganelli con pesto, patate e fagiolini Tagliolini con zafferano,
Aw, gotta go, I’m up next on the halfpipe. Luv ya.
Mal
PS Know what? I kinda miss The Dude. Give him a big kiss for me, willya? Oh, you can’t, cause you’re in I–ty. Sorry.
Travel Diary of
Holly Caputo and Mark Levine
Jane Harris
Isn’t that sweet? I miss The Dude, too. If he were here right now, he’d be curled up around my feet.
And my toes would be losing all circulation because he weighs so much. But still.
I don’t understand why Julio hasn’t written, though. What if he forgot? To feed The Dude, I mean?
But how could he forget? I stuck a giant sign on his dad’s door, to remind him….
Where was I? Oh, yeah. Walking through the piazza behind Mark and Holly.
Well… while I was looking at them, and thinking how cute they are, and what a shame it was that Modelizer Cal wasn’t there with us to see them and all, I got a pang.
A PANG.
I’ll admit it. I mean, I am totally happy for Holly and in full support of this elopement scheme. Really, given the situation, I don’t see how she and Mark have any choice BUT to elope.
But seeing them together like that, her head on his shoulder, his arm around her—I felt a pang.
Because where is MY Mark? Really? Where IS he?
Because I know he’s not in Canada right now, hitting the halfpipe—or the full pipe. Or even both, as in Malcolm’s case. I mean, I like Malcolm and all, and we have a blast together. But I can’t really picture him strolling through the piazza with his arm around my waist. Skateboarding through it, certainly. But having a nice glass of bianco frizzante as the sun sets? Not so much.
I’m sure he’s out there, somewhere. My Mark, I mean. He has to be, right?
But what if I never find him? Or what if I already met him, and I messed it up somehow? This would not be unusual, since I mess up everything. I mean, what if My Mark was DAVE who cheated on me with Amy Jenkins (that whore)?
Oh, God, no. Fate would never be so unkind.
Or what if My Mark was Curt Shipley, who took me to the prom in 11th grade, and we made out in his Chevette afterwards, and then that summer, I found out he’d been making out, in that same Chevette, with Mike Morris after the fireworks on the Fourth of July?
Which means I must have turned Curt gay, because he certainly wasn’t gay BEFORE we made out.
Oh, my God. What if Curt Shipley was the man of my dreams, and I TURNED HIM GAY?????
Killing self now.
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To: Mark Levine
Fr: Cal Langdon
Re: Sorry
Sorry I missed it when you called earlier. I was dead to the world. We still on for dinner tonight?
Cal
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To: Cal Langdon
Fr: Mark Levine
Re: Sorry
Yes, I happened to hear how “dead to the world” you were as I passed by your room on my way to meet the girls. I wasn’t aware that corpses were sexually active… at least, if I’m to assume the heavily accented female voice calling your name with ever-increasing volume as she climaxed was, indeed, coming from Room 204.
Mark
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To: Mark Levine
Fr: Cal Langdon
Re: Sorry
Oh. That was Graziella. She won’t be joining us tonight.
Cal
----
To: Cal Langdon
Fr: Mark Levine
Re: Sorry
I am sorrier to hear that than words can adequately express. See you at eight.
Mark
PDA of Cal Langdon
It was a mistake to invite Grazi in. I should have insisted on going to her place. I’d forgotten how… loud she can be.
----
ANTIPASTI
Insalatina mista all’aceto balsamico Carpaccio tiepido di manzo con parmigiano e rucola Medaglioni d’astice con insalata di stagione
PASTA
Fusilli con pomodori e basilico Garganelli con pesto, patate e fagiolini Tagliolini con zafferano,
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