Mothers who refuse to buy bras for their developing daughters, B.O., to Bolognese or not (what the fuck is so hip about bolognese?), fried chicken dates with Grandma, and dreams of my deceased/much beloved grandfather. Mix, languish, peruse, scatter, pepper, tick off.
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PS: I think "Fontana" (alias for my safety) is jealous of my new 'do. So is "Hannah". But who knows.
Darcy: Bring on the tyros, the neophytes, and the dilettantes.
Jan: SATs are over, Darcy.
Darcy: And you're still jealous of my score.
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