“This is awkward,” he says as I sit on a plastic chair and he hops from foot to foot. “Why? Just say it.” “I really fancy your mate Farly,” he says. “Is she single?” In a nanosecond, I weigh up how much of a good person I am. “No,” I reply, deciding I’ve got plenty of time left in life for personal growth. “No, she’s not single.” “Fuck,” he says. “Is she in a relationship?” “Yes, a very serious one,” I say gravely, nodding. “With a boy called Dave.”
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