April 1 2008

A group of schoolgirls in plaid skirts is sitting at the
table next to me wolfing down cookies.

"What IS chai?" one of them asks.

"It's like tea with spices and stuff," another one says.

"I'm really starting to hate religion and spirituality,"
says a third, irrelevently.

They all have troublesome hair that they haven't figured
out how to manage yet.

"Mary was writing me on her calculator during class.
She was like, 'I just took a physics test and fell asleep.'
I was like, if that were me I'd be freaking out."

"Do you think she was exaggerating?"

"Yeah I think she lies."

"She told me she had sex two times."

Their voices get lower.

"Just disgusting," one of them says.

A pause in conversation to check for text messages, take
off sweatshirts and watch an acquaintance walk by across
the street.

"He has a crazy ex-girlfriend."

"They all have crazy ex-girlfriends. Ryan had a crazy
ex-girlfriend. Dylan had a crazy ex-girlfriend. John
had a crazy ex-girlfriend."

"He did? He was in my dream last night."

"I think he's gay."


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