En cours de chargement...
"Dude, you have simply got to get over here. Pronto!" Adam, my best friend texted me early Saturday morning. He wouldn't answer any questions as to why, but he did reiterate that it was extremely important. Adam had the weekend use of a beach house and was living it up. As I had work to do, I hadn't asked to come along, but now that something was urgent, I drove as fast as I could. An hour later, I arrived, huffing and puffing and worried that something was wrong with my friend. "What do you mean it's a girl?" I asked, exasperated.
"You brought me all this way - had me skip out of work - all for a girl? Are you mad?"