I don’t know why Frank insisted on bringing me to this dinner party, I
don’t even know what to talk about and everyone’s already having a
conversation, it’d be awkward to butt in.
A steakhouse? Really? I’m a
pescetarian, Frank. We’ve known each other ten years.
Nobody’s even
bothered to comment on my coat or offered a tummy rub. Your friends are
shit, Frank.
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