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Phoned Jas.

“Jas, what do you think Masimo will say? Do you think he wants to go out with me? Would you go out with me if you were him?”

“Oy, don’t start that lezzie business again.”

“Jas, I am just asking you to imagine being him and what you would think about me if you were him. I mean, you wouldn’t pick Wet Lindsay over me, would you?”

“She’s got quite nice arms.”

“Jas, that is the wrong answer. The correct answer is, ‘Of course I would choose you every time, Georgia, you gorgey creature.’”

“Well, if you already know the answer, what is the point of asking me the question?”

“And, by the way, what do you mean she has got nice arms? She’s a stick insect, therefore she’s got sticky thin stupid arms. And unusually enough for a stick insect, it doesn’t stop there – she’s got a stupid forehead and stupid feet and—”

“I’ve not seen her feet unclothed. Have you? When did you see her feet?”

“Jas, I don’t know that I have seen her feet, but I know that they are sad. Anyway, stop going on and on about her feet. I’m not interested in her bloody feet.”

“Well, I didn’t start the feet business. I was only being polite.”

I slammed down the phone. I may be having a nervy spaz.

I’d better eat something sweet.