A Russian man entered my life in the form of a driver..having my mobile number due to cab company protocol..changed his form to confessor when his text messages began to come in the form of sexual alph bits borscht ..my reactions came in the form of outer silence while internally asking "who gave him a rubel for his thoughts?"
Being at the mercy of a grim Verizon's sales associate, my reaction took another form
my phone signaled the arrival of a text message..asking the phone doctor..who is texting me?
She dryly reported "a Russian"..my reaction took the form of denial..maybe I am becoming a
character in the bourne identity
bourne again virgin identity?
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