Re: Call: Misha/Damian
[He begins.] That you—[But, then he catches on. With another flustered sound.] Shut up. I take it back. [He did not.—A smile.] I know you would have. You did look very pretty that night, and, [—proud of himself—] you slept in bed with me. [He takes a drag. An audible shrug and an exhale.] I do not know. I do not think I can make the decision not to decide. [A nearly inaudible grumble in Arabic, before, more clearly:] Everyone sat in a plastic chair in the middle of a gymnasium. The chairs formed a circle. I would say approximately 40%, if not more, of the attendees were high. Some were there by mandate. And the rest employed scare tactics. [He tries to tease this out as he goes up the stairs into this auditorium.] So, only if I wish to, you wish for me to, even though it worries you that I will then... I do not know, depart.