I’m already in my school bus seat when you get on board, so you’re headed right toward me, but I would’ve noticed you anyway. I can always tell my kind.
I’m across the aisle from my daughter. She wanted me to chaperone for the theater but not actually sit with her—that honor is reserved for her newest best friend. They’re the girls who talk nonstop but never once to you, and I bet you think I’m in the club, but don’t let my cute shoes fool you. The only difference between you and me is that I’ve had 22 more years to learn to dress a part.
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