Appetite for Distraction

‘Just hopping in a taxi now!” “Leaving in a few!” “On the way shortly!”

Dearest friends. If and when you receive any of the above texts from me, please take them with a pinch of salt. They’ve almost certainly been sent by your old pal Emer, sitting in a towel on the couch, gazing slack-jawed into her phone. It’s unlikely she’s even taken a brush to her hair.

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