It had been a rough evening for me-I’d spent most of our gals’ sleepover, between episodes of Sex and the City, running to clog up the toilet in her tiny Upper East Side bathroom. I’d stayed over at her Manhattan apartment the night before, and had reacted poorly to our takeout General Tso’s. ![]() ![]() My friend Jenny had just arrived at my boyfriend’s house warming party, and was a little concerned.
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