"OK, I'll see you on Friday night."
"Yes, OK, goodb..."
The line went dead.
She put the phone down and sighed. Already she was dreading it.
Her friend only got in touch when she wanted something and the proposed night out meant she probably wanted all of her drinks bought for her.
She set about constructing an elaborate plan to fake her own death in order to get out of buying a bottle of Prosecco.
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