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" &amp;quot;I have a friend who&amp;#039;s really flaky, so I called her to make sure she was coming to my 9:30 birthday dinner. She texted back that she wasn&amp;#039;t -- this was at 9:15 -- and I became furious. Two other friends picked me up, and the entire way to the restaurant, I was talking crap about her and spilling all of her secrets. Once we arrived, I continued to bitch about her as we sat down. Then I looked up. She was sitting at the other end of the table from me holding flowers as a surprise and had heard me talking trash. I wanted to die.&amp;quot; --Dani, 30 "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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