Last week, two women in their twenties, in a restaurant in Ojai, California—one said to the other, “My current chick is the kind who reads novels.”
“That’s cool,” the other said.
“Wait for it,” the first one said. “She’s reading the Bridgeton series. It sucks balls.”
Last month, two women in their forties, in the United Clu…
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