That's the jingle bell rock!

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Karen hadn't found anyone named Brodie or Nick yet, and she was beginning to think that Karen (the other Karen, that is) had made them up to make it seem like all the guys she knew weren't gay. Being a matchmaker was hard, especially with imaginary straight people.

That wasn't to say that she had given up, though. No, she still thought Karen was

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You know, I'm ninety-eight percent certain that it's girls like Karen that give us all a bad name. Mind you I'm not the slickest salamander in the shed and i certainly am not great at doing things on my feet, but I am not looking like I am have a coordinated seizure to Jingle Bell Rock.

"Thank God," and then I realise a bit too late that I've said it outloud and I nearly choke on my drink as I try to drink faster to make up for it. I did not say that. I look around, but there are no distractions from this. "Crap, trapped."

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"Hi Meg!" said Karen, waving. "I'm just-" spin, wave arms, grab hips, twirl, "-doing the Winter Talent Show routine! I used to dance this every year with Regina and Gretchen and then Cady!" Somehow she was managing not to trip over her feet, though that had been a real problem in rehearsals.

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Of course she did, and of course it was for a pagent. It always is. I am not surprised at all. It's how it is. I can't even fake this enthusiasm, still I kind of half-smile and give up, and lean against the couch. "Of course you did," and I wince for a moment. "Isn't it a bit...ehm, risque?"

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"Well, it is if you don't learn the steps properly and fall off the stage!" The song finished and Karen stopped, catching her breath. "That almost happened to me one year. I might have been seriously injured if Regina hadn't grabbed me by the hair and pulled me up!"

[unextrordinary]

Yep, I saw that coming.

"Grabbed you by the hair?" I'm pretty certain I look like I sound, which is incredulous as, you know, that's not even pretending to be nice. "Um, yeah, lucky for that."

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"I know, right?" The song started playing again. Karen blinked and turned to the jukebox.

"Where's the stop button?"

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"I don't think there is one?" Lame answer I know, especially given the fact that the repition of this song is likely to kill me.

"And boy, does that fact blow."

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"It's okay," Karen said philosophically, "I like this song! Do you like cake?"

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At least one of us does, though I guess it could be worst. It could be that song about the Grinch. That would be worse.

I smile though, and look over the edge of couch. "I do, why?"

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"Because I have some here somewhere!" She located the plate on a nearby table and picked it up, showing it to Meg. "Do you want some?"

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Holy moses, she really did have cake. And as much as part of me said that I should probably not eat anything that came from her hands..well, it was cake.

"Sure? I mean, who can say no to cake?"

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"Anorexic people?" Karen suggested. Nevertheless, she split the cake into two halves with her fork and handed one crumbling half to Meg, smiling.

It was nice to have friends. Or at least to talk to people who didn't leave after five minutes.

[unextrordinary]

"True," I agree, coming around to the otherside of the couch and sitting down on it, backing up slightly as to not drop the cake. That would be absolutely devasting, really it would.

"But they probably don't know what they're missing."