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Jerome started talking about his boss, who became increasingly interesting the more he talked about her.
"She came in fifth in some marathon or something last year."
"Oh boy, I love people who can run. Is she single?"
"She has a ring on her fourth finger."
"Damn."
"I bumped into her and her friend at the cinema once. Quite pretty."
"What pretty? Her friend?"
"Yeah, not bad."
"Is she prettier or am I prettier?"
"Erm... (pause) sorry moma, I think she is."
"WHAT?!"
"Aiyar."
"WHY IS SHE PRETTIER THAN ME?!"
"She has long hair, moma. Straight, long hair. You can't go wrong with long hair."
"There must be millions of rebonded long-haired girls in Singapore, and I'm sick of them clones."
"It's not just the hair lah... aiyar. Everything."
"Okay. She prettier then. :("
"She came in fifth in some marathon or something last year."
"Oh boy, I love people who can run. Is she single?"
"She has a ring on her fourth finger."
"Damn."
"I bumped into her and her friend at the cinema once. Quite pretty."
"What pretty? Her friend?"
"Yeah, not bad."
"Is she prettier or am I prettier?"
"Erm... (pause) sorry moma, I think she is."
"WHAT?!"
"Aiyar."
"WHY IS SHE PRETTIER THAN ME?!"
"She has long hair, moma. Straight, long hair. You can't go wrong with long hair."
"There must be millions of rebonded long-haired girls in Singapore, and I'm sick of them clones."
"It's not just the hair lah... aiyar. Everything."
"Okay. She prettier then. :("