Coffee
Two girls having a lively conversation. I can’t understand a word they’re saying. Why can’t teenage girls ever drink HOT coffee. It’s all about iced stuff, frappe’s or whatever the fuck they are.
Their socks are short and white and they agree on everything. It’s a lot like one girl having a conversation with herself. They look like twins.
I wonder if they’ll still be friends when they’re 28. 35. 40. I wonder what they could fall out over. They seem so compatible as friends with their matching socks, hairstyles and drinks. And voices.
This world is made for them now. They are so much more commercially relevant than I am, it’s not even funny. They are the coveted demo. Teenage girls who are either buying things they don’t need or having things bought for them they don’t need. And yet, they are the most superfluous of people, saying nothing of importance ever, doing nothing that matters. The one thing they could do to change the world is the one thing everyone says not to do and that’s get pregnant.
Charming girls. 13 years old. God bless them. I’m going to be like them someday, without a care in the world.
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