February 21, 2001
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I can't sleep tonight. Probably the coffee. I should know better.
I wrote Peter, briefly.
I called Peter. We spoke extensively. He cried. He wouldn't answer my questions. He cried. He told me he doesn't want anyone prying in his life and asked all about mine. He said he had to go.
We said goodbye.
Peter called back, just like old times.....
"Hey" he says in that aussie accent. "what you doing?"
Oh my......here we go again!
