Leaving the pub, a friend offers to do my dirty work. She taps a young man on the shoulder. He doesn't have one. 'Do any of you have middle names?' she asks the two girls that accompany him. One pipes up with an answer. She is small with glossy hair and make-up.
'That was horrible', says my friend as we exit onto the pavement. 'I don't know how you do it everyday'. 'Neither do I', I reply.
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