I can't meet Abby tomorrow because I have speech therapy. I don't go to class on Mondays because I can't get from the hospital to university in time. My prof's fine with this arrangement and I get lecture notes from a classmate.
It slipped my mind when Abby was trying to reschedule.
Sigh.
...5 minutes later...
Wednesday will be fine. She was surprisingly friendly on the phone. Like nothing was wrong.
Well, she did tell me that I sounded like crap. I said it was probably the gravol. Wasn't that nice of her?
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