Lynn had never seen her eat so much. The fish finger entrée, the soup, the salad and lasagne, the two pieces of chocolate cake... Lynn stared at her still half full plate of salad. It was insane. As Clara ordered her third piece of cake, Lynn couldn\'t hold it in any longer.
"What is up with you?" she asked. "I have never seen you eat so much!"
Clara blushed and swallowed. "Well, I am eating for two now..."
Lynn yelled happily. "Oh god! Oh god, you didn't tell me you and Frank were trying to get pregnant! When's it due?"
Clara's blush deepened. "Actually, she said, wiping the chocolate from the corner of her mouth, "I have a tapeworm."
"Oh."
















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lovely...
i really needed that....thank you
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I'd just be the catcher in the rye and all. I know it's crazy, but that's the only thing I'd really like to be, I know it's crazy.
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And you find yourself on a velvet couch tasting the skin of a foreign girl. Her eyes are black and wet like oil and she ties your hands with a string of pearls.
Fucking brilliant.
I could not possibly expect that ending.... clever.
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Why wasn't I alive in the 60's danmit... now im all pissed off!
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but intriguing. (sp?)
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