“Men. Fuckers.” Stephanie took a swig from her vodka cooler.

“Yeah… can’t live with ‘em, don’t want to live without ‘em…” Maggie began to cry, causing mascara to streak her cheeks.

“Hey, girl, none of that,” jollied Nadia. “You’re in public now! Stiff upper lip and dam the torpodees!”

“Oh hush, Nad,” said Steph. “You can’t hide a broken heart. Let the world see. It’ll do it good. The world is a fucker.”

Maggie sobbed for a few minutes into her napkin, then wiped her face with it.

“Oh God, what will I do? I love him! And I’m pregnant!”

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