There is a New York City law which mandates that you are not allowed to eat eggs in your own home at the weekend, so my friend was eating brunch downtown. A ratty-haired young woman a few tables down looked familiar. In New York, the turnover is fast enough to forget a Tuesday dinner date by Saturday. He leaned across to his companion.
‘I have to talk quietly because I think I went out with that woman last week and I don’t want her to see me.’
‘Would you stop,’ she replied icily, ‘staring at Kristen Dunst?’
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