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Ohgodohgod, what've I done? Sleeping with a married man, a supplier, no less. Even if it was good, it was quite possibly one of the stupidest things I've done in a long while. How am I to look him in the eye again?
I haven't been able to get the smell of smoke out of my coat, how disgusting. I will need a new one, of course. I loved this one, though. It hugged me in all the right places, even if it was two seasons old. I guess I will have to go shopping again.
What if someone finds out about...that!? It'll mark me as a common whore and him as an adultering cheat. Nobody'd buy from Borgin and Burkes again! Alexander better have not told anybody, or I'll have to start spilling about his exploits with reporters.
I wonder how on Earth the muggles can afford to run their automobiles, what with oil prices as high as they are. The United States is going through a crisis, why, anyone could sell them cheap oil and they'd jump at it like ravenous dogs...
Alexander! Get in here quick! Do you remember Aunt Jeannie, the one who married that strange man from Iran?
As it were, they've both gone missing, I saw it in the paper about a month and a half ago. Which means their rather nice ranch-thing (Really, a ranch in Iran? What were they thinking?) which could possibly have oil reserves underneath it is completely and utterly unguarded.