You were the spirited, charming mistress of the intercom, running an impressive sleep deprivation high.
I was the #6 with a soft taco substitution, a seriously gargantuan root beer, peddling new caffeine-to-brain stem delivery methods.
And I was holding up your line impetuously to hang with you.
But I should have shared my AOL screenname. May I?
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