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  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. PROLOGUE
  4. A FEW MONTHS EARLIER
  5. ART SAID
  6. I WALK
  7. THEY SAY
  8. IN THE WINGS
  9. THEY SAY
  10. I POST
  11. THEY SAY
  12. A WOMB OF ONE’S OWN
  13. THERAPY SESSION #1(DRAMATIC MONOLOGUE)
  14. LIKE OF DUTY
  15. PICTURE THE SCENE
  16. I SAID
  17. THE PATATAS BRAVAS
  18. KELLY HAD SAID
  19. SOBER SEXTS
  20. ABLUTIONS
  21. MY BATHROOM SAID
  22. TIPPING POINT
  23. MY MOTHER SAID
  24. I WAS EIGHTEEN
  25. ART SAID
  26. SOMEONE SAYS
  27. A REALLY BAD SIGN
  28. MIA SAYS
  29. I WALK
  30. KNOCKKNOCK
  31. ONE-LINERS
  32. I SAY
  33. THE OUTRAGE
  34. BABY ELEPHANT
  35. ART SAID
  36. MY MOTHER SAYS
  37. HOW I MET KELLY
  38. ART SAID
  39. ART SAID
  40. WHAT LASTS?
  41. BAD STAND-UP
  42. GHOSTESS WITH THE MOSTEST
  43. I WOKE UP LIKE THIS
  44. THE MIND CREATES THE ABYSS
  45. I ADORED
  46. ART SAID
  47. YOU
  48. TERMS OF ENDEARMENT
  49. IF
  50. ART’S MOTHER SAID
  51. FULL DESPERATE
  52. MISERABLE PHO
  53. BREATHING FOR ONE
  54. POPULAR PROBLEMS
  55. ON THE BUS
  56. TABS
  57. GRANMA SAID
  58. ALL MY CIRCUS, ALL MY MONKEYS
  59. BURNOUT
  60. THERAPY SESSION #2
  61. IN
  62. APP IDEA
  63. LOOK NO HANDS
  64. HI HI HI
  65. BACK AT HOME
  66. EXHIBITS A AND B
  67. GOOD FAMOUS PEOPLE
  68. MY MOTHER
  69. STILL
  70. LIFE
  71. WE’D GONE
  72. ‘FUNNY’
  73. OUTGROWN
  74. ART SAID
  75. BODIES OF WORK
  76. KELLY SAID
  77. FAKE NEWS
  78. GOOGLE ME
  79. SOCIAL CATERPILLAR
  80. REALLY THO
  81. DEALS WITH STRANGERS
  82. NEWS ITEM
  83. NICOLETTE SAYS
  84. HALF AN HOUR LATER
  85. ASS FIZZ
  86. THAT NIGHT
  87. IT HAPPENED TO HAPPEN
  88. #FROTHEH
  89. MY MOTHER SAYS
  90. THE HEART CROSSES IT
  91. MANCHILD
  92. WHO YA GONNA CALL
  93. NAKED AMBITION
  94. SOHO SQUARE
  95. CHIEF EMOTIONS
  96. SHE SAYS
  97. KELLY SAYS
  98. GENUINE QUESTION
  99. LIFE DRAWING
  100. RELAX
  101. WE LIE
  102. SILENT-ISH NIGHT
  103. THANKS
  104. About the Author
  105. ALSO BY EMMA JANE UNSWORTH
  106. About the Publisher

I work for an online magazine, The Foof, and it is as awful as it sounds. My editor, Mia, is fucking terrifying – stupidly; admirably? – socially fearless. I think this is her seventh or eighth start-up. Art called her a ‘delectable oaf’ (not to her face). I’m anxious to please her because I’m an approval junkie and have a teacher–pupil dynamic with people in positions of authority. You should see me getting a smear test – it’s like I’m trying to sell them my super-clean vagina. I thought I’d offended Mia on Friday when I told her UV uplighters for teeth were imbecilic, unaware that she was wearing one (I thought she was slurring on her anti-depressants) – but then she liked one of my pictures on Sunday and I breathed a sigh of relief because I knew everything was okay. Saturday was fraught – I spent a lot of it questioning my whole life and worth. Even though I don’t respect Mia, I fear her and professionally that’s ultimately a good thing because it means I want to impress her, so I give my work my all. I’m only really effective around people I want to impress. Otherwise, my energy deadens. I’d churn out dross if I actually felt comfortable around my boss. Vague social terror: that’s my motivation.

The Foof has a permanent office here, in the loosest sense. There’s a sign – FOOF TOWERS – in fluffy pink letters across the back wall. The sign could be taken down at any given moment. So could the wall.

I make my way across the main space to my desk. I don’t come in every day so I share with Gemma, who writes the horoscopes and product reviews and is so cheerful I want to punch her. (Sorry, I don’t want you thinking that just because I work in the media I’m a fucking idiot.)

I sit down and start to compose an email, which is what I do after any unsatisfactory social interaction.

DRAFTS

Subject: That Croissant

Dear Breakfast Maven, Queen of the Granola,

You know and I know that croissant was prehistoric. It was yesterday’s batch, that’s why you were trying to palm it off on me. I deserve a fresh croissant, do I not, for my £3.50? In America, that kind of hesitation within the service industry would be unthinkable. JUST GIVE ME THE CROISSANT I WANT NEXT TIME, FOR THE LOVE OF COMMON DECENCY.

Kind regards,

Jenny McLaine

The Foof (columnist)

THEY SAY