Posted by Lisa Metzger
I can see it now: Big room in the basement of a church. Lots and lots of folding chairs. Lots and lots of Styrofoam cups, the smell of badly burnt coffee in the air. No direct eye contact. Lots of shifty of feet and uncomfortable twitching of fingers that have nothing to do with themselves.
Then the first woman stands up: “Hi. My name is (fill in the blank), and I am addicted to Facebook.”
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1 Beckie // Jul 9, 2010 at 12:16 pm
you forgot – "sweaty foreheads"!
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