When we go out to eat, I look at the menu and I’m like: Okay, so here are my options. I order from the menu. Then the waiter turns to Abby, and she’s like “Can you please do that but add that, and then can you take away that?” Then she gets her dish, and it’s always so much better than mine. Every time I secretly feel jealous because it’s like she’s broken the rules and been rewarded for it. I thought we were supposed to stay on the menu to be polite. That is how women feel when another woman goes off the menu and she seems to have this delicious, creative life in front of her. We look at her,
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