I was having dinner with Lost in Translation on Saturday night. Sometimes she really lives up to her name. I asked how her sweet friend, Ms Mailer, was going. I'd met Ms Mailer briefly last year and thought she was lovely.
"So how's Ms Mailer going?" I asked. To set the scene.
"Well, she's thirty now," replied my friend, as if that covered all physical and emotional possibilities.
I just nodded my head knowingly. I don't know what I was nodding my head at. I suppose I'll find out later.
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Does it take a man to understand another man who states his wife is thirty? Or is it just between our ears? Don´t know...
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