The sweetly giggly baby dykes are practically snuggling on the couch as I pass through the section. I'm avoiding eye contact--trying not to make them feel uncomfortable. As I get closer I try not to smile as I overhear them protesting to each other about how bad they are at flirting "I'm the worst!" "OMG, have you seen me, *I* am the worst!"
Some furious whispering.
And then sudden silence.
I look around and they're both looking directly at me. I raise my brow and ask: Is everything ok?
In chorus: "We love the buttons on your purse!"
Don't know why, but that just made me smile for the rest of the day. I'm such a fan of young people.
_
Some furious whispering.
And then sudden silence.
I look around and they're both looking directly at me. I raise my brow and ask: Is everything ok?
In chorus: "We love the buttons on your purse!"
Don't know why, but that just made me smile for the rest of the day. I'm such a fan of young people.
_
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