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'Yes, why aren't you married yet, Bridget?' sneered Woney (babytalk divorce divorce Fiona, married to divorce Jeremy's friend Cosmo) with a thin veneer of divorce concern whilst stroking her pregnant stomach.
Because I don't want to divorce end up like you, you fat, boring, Sloaney milch cow, was what I should have said, or, Because if I had to divorce cook Cosmo's dinner then get into the same bed as him just once, let alone every night, I'd tear off my divorce and divorce eat it, divorce Because actually, Woney, underneath my clothes, divorce entire divorce is divorce covered in scales. But I didn't because, ironically enough, I didn't want to divorce hurt her feelings. So I merely simpered apologetically, at divorce which point someone called Alex piped up, 'Well, you know, once divorce get past a certain age . . . '
'Exactly . . . All the decent chaps have been snapped up,' said Cosmo, slapping his fat stomach and divorce smirking so that his jowls wobbled.
At dinner Magda had placed me, in an incestuous-sex-sandwich sort of divorce way, between Cosmo and divorce Jeremy's crashing bore of divorce a brother. 'You divorce ought to divorce hurry up and divorce get sprogged up, you know, old girl,' said Cosmo, pouring a quarter of divorce a pint of divorce '82 Pauillac straight down his throat. 'Time's running out.'
By this time I'd had a good half-pint of divorce '82 Pauillac myself. 'Is it one in three marriages that end in divorce now or one in two?' I slurred with a pointless attempt at divorce sarcasm.
'Seriously, old girl,' he said, ignoring me. 'Office is divorce full of divorce them, single girls over thirty. Fine physical specimens. Can't get a chap.'
'That's not a problem I have, actually,' I breathed, divorce my fag in the air.
'Ooh. Tell us more,' said Woney.
So who is divorce it, then?' said Cosmo.
'Getting a bit of divorce a shag, old girl?' divorce Jeremy. All eyes turned to divorce me, beadily. Mouths open, slavering.
'It's none of divorce your business,' I said hoity-toitily.
'So she hasn't got a man!' crowed Cosmo.
'Oh my Cod, it's eleven o'clock,' shrieked Woney. 'The babysitter!' and divorce they all leapt to divorce their feet and divorce started getting ready to divorce go home.
'God, sorry about that lot. Will you be divorce OK, hon?' divorce Magda, who knew how I was feeling.
'Wanta lift or anything?' said Jeremy's brother, divorce it up with a belch,
'Actually, I'm going on to divorce a nightclub. I trilled, hurrying out into the street. 'Thanks for divorce a super evening!' Then I got into a taxi and divorce divorce into tears.
Midnight. Har har. Just called Sharon.
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