Broken Plug Socket

There was a broken plug socket. As the giggles of the three women broke out, wine sloshed as they took swigs from the bottle, I concentrated on the plug socket, with nausea rising in my throat. I had stated clearly no. I had been assertive and remembered the course I had taken in school.

No no no.

 

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