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of everyone in the school yard to reveal

    your knickers? The Brian you were stuck sitting beside for all of second

    class, who ate fish sandwiches every day for lunch and picked his nose while

    you ate yours? The Brian who followed us home from school every day

    singing, “Rosie and Alex up a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G?” and made you cry and

    ignore me for a week? The Brian who spilled his beer all down your new top

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    at my going-away party? The Brian you absolutely can’t stand and was the

    one person you hated all throughout school? And now you’re going to the

    last school dance ever, with Brian ?
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    Alex

    No the other Brian
    Yes Alex, that Brian. Now may I ask that you please stop e-mailing me

    as my darling mother is currently tying knots in my head trying to make me

    look half decent? She has also been reading your e-mails and wants you to

    know that Brian the Whine won’t be lifting up my skirt tonight.
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    Brian
    Well it won’t be for lack of trying. Have fun! May I suggest that you

    wear your beer goggles tonight. Brian, you see, is a bit of a whine. And I

    don’t think you’ll find his conversation very interesting . . . hee hee
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    Beer goggles
    The beer goggles will be well and truly on! You know as well as I do that

    I can’t go to the debs alone. Brian was the only person I could get last minute

    thanks to you. All I have to do is stand in with him for the photos so that

    Mum and Dad can have lovely memories of their daughter going to the debs

    all dressed up with a man in a tuxedo. The tables seat ten so I won’t even

    have to talk to him at dinner so there’s really no problem. Anyway he may

    have traumatized me as a child but he’s not that bad!

    You’re enjoying this aren’t you Alex?

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    Re: Beer goggles
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    Not really. I’d love to be there instead. Don’t do anything with Brian

    that I wouldn’t do . . .
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    Re: Beer goggles
    Well that doesn’t rule out much. Hair’s done now, have to get the rest of

    me ready. I’ll let you know how it went tomorrow.
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    Debs
    How were the debs last night? No doubt you’re nursing a hangover. I’ll

    wait to hear from you tomorrow but I’ll wait no longer! I want to know

    everything!
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    Debs
    Did you get my last e-mail? I keep calling and there’s no answer, what’s

    up? I hope you’re busy preparing for the big move over to me!

    E-mail me soon please.

    Steph:

    Rosie, stop avoiding Alex and tell him how the debs went. Alex

    is even e-mailing me wondering what happened and I’m certainly

    not going to tell him! The poor guy missed out and all he wants

    to know is who did what, where and when.

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    Rosie:

    Steph:

    Rosie:

    Steph:

    Rosie:

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    Rosie:
    Well I certainly won’t be telling him who did who.

    Ha ha.

    It’s not funny.

    I think it’s hilarious. Come on it’s been three weeks now!

    Are you sure it’s been three weeks?

    Oh don’t try to play that one Rosie!

    No I’m serious Steph. Has it been three weeks?

    Yeah, why?

    Holy shit.
    Rosie has logged off
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    Hello??
    Rosie are you there? Are you having problems with your e-mail? Please

    reply. You should be getting on a plane soon to come over here.
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    Please Rosie?
    Are you mad at me? I’m sorry I couldn’t go to the debs ball, things with

    whiney Briany can’t have gone that badly, can they?! What have you been

    doing all month? This is ridiculous. Why doesn’t anyone answer the phone

    when I call?

    Answer me,

    Alex

    Mrs. Dunne,

    Hi Alice, it’s Alex here. I’m just writing to see if Rosie’s OK. I haven’t

    heard from her