You’ll never guess. There I was at a party-the boring but dangerous kind, with fine china that you know you’re going to break, and a tablecloth you’re bound to spill India ink on-and do you know what happens? Along comes the very man with whom I wanted to tie the knot. He thinks he’s rescuing me from the party! But in fact, he was the very reason I came to the party in the first place. Not that I’ll ever tell him! He would BLOW UP if he knew. And then, of course, I’m so nervous I bump into the tureen and hot soup spills all over everything. But … you know me! Just a big oaf.
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