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Bloody Hell!
She was knackered. That day was a dog’s dinner. That morning she had lost a tenner in the underground and she had had to spend the morning with Max, its dodgy, numpty colleague, who had kept suggesting codswallops for the project they were working on.
Not to be forced to talk more with Max, she hadn’t lunch, saying him a load of bollocks and running away before he could stop her.
Now she was coming back at home after an endless meeting, during which she was dreaming of nosh, and repeatedly losing the plot of the discussion. Eventually she opened the door, finding the light off. That was strange, her boyfriend should have been at home. “Jammy day!” she thought, trying to decide whether she should call him or not.
In the meanwhile, she went to the kitchen to eat something, and, as she entered, she heard someone screaming “SURPRISE!”, “BLOODY HELL!” answered her, screaming as well. “What are you doing here?” asked then, looking at her friends and boyfriend. Then, staring chuffed at the cake, she realized that she had completely forgotten her birthday. “Ta, mates! You’re the best!”
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