At an inner-city cocktail gathering (women only, so why call it a cocktail party?), fairy-lights threw dim light on the high, high, high, stiletto-glamour. I sipped my apple martini (ewww), and surveyed the beautiful crowd.
Audrey, the friend of a friend, tried to engage me in a vapid game of, “This is my friend Rachael, try and guess what her profession is. Go on, go on…you’ll never guess!”
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Audrey, the friend of a friend, tried to engage me in a vapid game of, “This is my friend Rachael, try and guess what her profession is. Go on, go on…you’ll never guess!”
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