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In Complete and Utter Shock

Prandi pushed open the door to the women’s bathroom and stuck her head inside.

“Becca?” she called.

“Go away.”

Prandi walked into the bathroom. All of the toilets were unoccupied save for one. The door was half-shut and Prandi could see black stiletto heels sticking out.

“Becca, are you OK? Do you need anything?”

The stiletto heels were dragged out of sight and then Becca walked out on unsteady feet to face Prandi.

“Yeah, actually, I do. Can you tell that miserable prick to get a life. No wait – tell him to drop dead.”

Then Becca quickly tottered back into the stall to “pray to the porcelain god.”

“Um, sure, Becca, but which prick are you talking about?” Prandi asked, sitting on the edge of a sink and holding her nose.

Becca reappeared looking like the undead. “Which prick, she asks. Very funny, Pruni! Tell you what – why don’t you go and sleep with him. I think he likes you better than me, anyways.”

Then Becca pushed past her and exited the bathroom, leaving Prandi in complete and utter shock.

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