My life is starting to resemble Jane Austen's EmmaThere's this girl, Kirsten, who I occasionally have lunch with and she's invited me to some birthday get-together, but I don't really want to buy her a present or for that matter show up at all. She's so loud that my ears feel like bleeding. And her conversation wears me thin, you know, there are
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