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Random Allison believed herself to be quite rude because she kept eavesdropping on the conversation she was having with herself.
Coming home on the train I gave up my book and listened to the random snatches of conversation around me; “but we saw YOUR PARENTS the other weekend and haven’t spent time with mine” - from the girl with the eyebrows that seemed to be drawn downward in a perpetual frown, her full lips also giving into gravity - or put on upside down - making her look like someone who’d be difficult to live with; the young guy debating his tattoo, “of course, when in court, I’d have to have it fully covered” - I believe he was on the side of the law; and finally the chatter from the generic gossip girls (or the “‘like’ n’ thong brigade”) wondering whether they should go all the way, exchanging gossip on their BBF’s and admiring one another’s makeup.
Rufus thinks that he could take being tortured as long as it didn’t involve his teeth or his toes, and my friend Schuster was about to say something himself when we swore we heard Rufus’ mom through the floorboards say something about teasing and bedwetting.
Eavesdropping would eventually get the chicken into trouble when she showed up at the company picnic wearing her finest brooch.
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