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In Which Fatso Is Bored

It’s Saturday night. Do you know what I imagine most “normal” 27-year-old girls are doing at 9:10pm on a “normal” Saturday night? (Normal, in my head means: not married, no kids. Employed, living in their own place. With or without a significant other of whatever sex.) I imagine they’re having a drink while they’re getting [...]