Read it. It’s nuanced and beautifully written, with a touch of funny to lighten your way. Read everything else while you’re at it because, why not?
She changed shirts eight times. I’m not even kidding. “… Yeah, like, I get what you’re saying, but I think that sounds pretty wrong. I mean, I don’t know you, but like what do you mean when you say that Catholics are repressed? Nobody’s repressing them”. Um, what… I mean, there’s not necessarily an awareness there, but there definitely is something happening below the surface, Catholic guilt and all that, as I awkwardly sat on her bed. I don’t know what it is about other people’s beds, I can’t sit on them without asking for permission. Other people can sit on my bed just fine, as long as they don’t touch my pillow. Seriously, don’t get your personal smell on it or I won’t be able to sleep. “No, but I mean, I think that doesn’t make sense, like, I think you got it wrong, hun”. Listen, I…
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