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July 11, 2004
She's running around the yard – or whatever passes for running when done in high heels – chasing fireflies with two little girls, the daughters of her new boyfriend's friends. She's having an OK time, but not nearly as much of a blast as she's pretending. Occasionally she sees the adults looking at her, smiling.

"Oooh, great" she thinks. "They're going to point out to him how great I am with kids. He's going to fall in love with me for this." Little does she know the friends realize she's a fraud, and they're smiling because she's making an ass of herself.