2009.05.10 - My Pickup Girls - 18 Years Old Cutie ^new^

I told her about my failed band. About the ex-girlfriend who took the cat and the good speakers. About how I wanted to move to Chicago but couldn’t afford the security deposit. She listened without pity. That was the thing about eighteen-year-olds in 2009—they hadn’t yet learned to perform sympathy. They just stared at you with those clear, judgmental eyes and said, “That sucks,” and meant it.

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