This morning at Starbucks I overheard a few snatches of a conversation.
It was a couple of over-tanned, middle-aged, blonde dye-jobs discussing in their annoying Southern accents how they’ve lately realized that they’ve just sort of moved apart from their respective high school sweethearts/(soon to be ex-?) husbands.
Luckily I was leaving, so I didn’t have to try not to hear the specifics of their (not at all) surprising story.
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