Oh god, but everyone would think it was a date! I thought.
"Who's going?" I asked.
"Jim and Georgia, Libby, Mike and I think Shannon said she'd come. Oh, and Tom."
Tom? Tom! I thought. And here's me in stuff I just threw on and my hair's a mess and I probably still have crumbs on me and...
This is always happening to me. Now I want to go. But I look terrible. What do I do?
Decide to spend the last of your money on something new and attempt a clean-up in the coffee-shop sink
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