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I was supposed to go to the play Jessica is the Assistant Director of tonight. It started at 7 p.m. and I woke up to a phone call and Jessica saying, “Where are you?” I told her I was about to leave, not realizing what time it was and that I had turned off my cell phone alarm. She said “You know it started an hour a go?” Then she hung up. I think she is mad. I had better not screw this up tomorrow night. That is the last night of the play.

Manuel