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Megan, recently out of college and working a meaningless job as a gastroenterologist's secretary, openly hates all of her friends for being happy and successful. She makes herself feel better by obsessively critiquing the behavior of her coworker, Jillian, a rapid cycling, grotesque optimist, whose downfall is precipitated by the purchase of a dog.

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“How many beers do you have in there?”

Megan looked in her bag and said, “Used to be 24, but now I’m not sure.”

“Hahaha, you’re nuts.”

“Oh, I’m nuts,” said Megan. “I’m a regular nut.”

“So, what’s up? How’s work?”

“Work is . . . I spend 32 hours a week with a woman who isn’t allowed to cut her hangnails for religious reasons. Vanity or something. We listen to lite Christian rock together all day. She forwards me photo threads of baby animals with affirmations at the bottom and she belches all the time.”

Amanda laughed and said, “Gee whiz.” Megan shrugged and offered up a cheers.

There was that kind of pause that happens when one person is trying to think of something interesting to say while the other person waits. Megan grimaced and said, “I’m not that interesting.”

Amanda laughed again. Then she became serious and said, “Hey, are you going to look for something else? You seem pretty unhappy.”

“Ehh, I don’t know. I’ve looked, and I usually end up feeling pretty overwhelmed and under-qualified for all of the interesting jobs, and then I have a thought spiral, and then I feel like I made a bad move somewhere back in middle school, and then I feel like there’s no hope at all for me and then I contemplate suicide.”

Amanda rolled her eyes in a friendly way and said, “I know what you mean, but it’s not that big of a deal. You just apply for stuff. And fake it.”

“I’m just trying to live pure,” said Megan. “Ambition’s for the devil.”

At that moment, Carrie walked up and gave Amanda a hug and said, “Oh my god, girl!” Megan opened another beer and put the empty back in her purse. “I’ve got to show you this llama my boss and I bought off a homeless guy.”

“Hahaha,” said Amanda, taking Carrie’s phone. “It’s enormous! Megan, have you seen this?”

“Yeah, I’ve seen it.”

“Hey, can I get a cigarette?” asked Carrie.

“Oh sure,” said Amanda. “You want one?”

“Yeah, thanks,” said Megan.

“I quit,” said Carrie. “I quit smoking and I quit coffee, and I feel so much better now.”

“How long have you been not smoking?” asked Amanda, handing Carrie her lighter.

“Like, three weeks. Have you ever quit before?”

“I take breaks sometimes,” said Amanda.

“It’s just this really clean feeling, like I can feel everything that’s dead inside of me coming to life again. I can feel life flowing through me.” Carrie held her hands out, palm up, and flexed her fingers like claws. The cigarette was between her right pointer and middle fingers. Megan raised her eyebrows at the floor.

“Except when I’m drinking, then I can’t help it,” said Carrie.

“You’re fine just as long as you don’t buy your own pack,” said Megan.

“Exactly,” said Carrie, looking at Megan for the first time all evening. “Hey, do you have anything to drink?” she asked Amanda.

“No, I got this beer from Megan.” Carrie looked at Megan with a dumb expression.

“Take your pick,” said Megan, holding the bag out to her.

“Oh my god, there are like twelve empty cans in here.”

It was true. Megan smelled like beer and had been trailing a little dribble of lukewarm beer behind her all night.

“I’m from Michigan,” said Megan. “I take them back across the border for the deposit money.”

“Hahaha,” said Amanda.

“That’s disgusting,” said Carrie, but she reached into the sack anyway. “So, what is that, like, a dollar-twenty in cans?”

Megan shrugged.

“So, how have you been?” asked Amanda.

“Pretty good, pretty good,” said Carrie. “I have so many projects going on right now that my head is like,” she bugged her eyeballs and held her hands on either side of her head.

While they were talking about having too many interesting things to do, Randy and two of his friends walked up to their circle.

Randy whispered, “Can I have a beer?”

“Can I have a cigarette?”

They traded.

“You should try some of David’s growler,” said Randy.

Megan shook her head. “Never mix, never worry.”

“They’re both beer,” he said.

Megan turned to him and said very quietly, “This is killing me,” and then she walked out of the kitchen.

When it was time to wind things down, Megan was sitting on the couch with the guy from the bathroom line. Megan spotted Carrie and said, “Hey, Carrie! Come over here. Hey, this is the girl I was telling you about with the llama. Hey, Carrie, come show this guy the picture of you with the llama.”

“Um, I really have to go,” said Carrie.

“She’s got this picture of herself with a llama the size of a young woman trapped inside of an enormous stuffed llama,” said Megan. “And she’s embracing it with one arm and she’s smiling at the camera.” Megan mimicked Carrie unfavorably. She made a peace sign.

“That sounds cool,” said the guy.

“She and her boss got it off of an untouchable.” She whisper-yelled the word “untouchable.”

Megan said a few more things.

“Time to go home,” said Randy, helping her up from the couch.

Megan’s purse clanked as they walked down the sidewalk.

“Why is everyone such a fucking asshole?” she asked.

“What do you mean? Who’s an asshole?”

“Why is everyone I said.” Megan’s knees buckled. She palmed the ground. “I hate Carrie. She repulses me.” Randy hoisted her up by the arm, the way people do with toddlers.

“Come on, she’s not repulsive. I can see how she might be kind of intimidating. She used to intimidate me a little.”

“I didn’t say intimidating, I said repulsive. Intimidating would imply that there was some reason I should feel inferior to her, but I don’t feel inferior because her life is a lie and she’s got no heart.”

Randy laughed a little. “Ok.”

“She’s got no heart!” she bellowed.

“Ok,” said Randy.

Megan straightened herself, rolled her eyes, chuckled, and said, “Soooo typical, sooo typical,” not knowing quite what she meant.


FOUR

The next morning the alarm went off at 7:30. Randy pushed Megan to the edge of the bed with his foot.

“You know, I think it’s probably ok for me to get a few more hours of sleep. It might even be dangerous or unethical for me to go to work like this,” she said.

“Get up,” said Randy.

“The cruelty, the inhumanity,” Megan mumbled.

She swung her torso upright and pushed herself off the bed and walked to the bathroom, placed towels around the base of the clawfoot tub (all original!) to absorb the leaks, and then turned on the faucet.

In the shower, as soon as her muscles began to relax and as soon as she started to feel fresh and as if the bearing of the day might be fractionally possible, she heard that old familiar voice—possibly her own voice, it was so familiar—whisper something awful. This morning it whispered “llama” and she burst into tears as her amnesia was lifted. Megan groan-screamed and sputtered something about wishing to be put out of her misery, all while scrubbing her armpits with a teal-colored shower poof. The last mild dignity of her wailing was interrupted by a diarrhea feeling that usually proceeded a long night of drinking canned, watery beer.

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