Aug 4
Stuck Squinting
And most of all [the teenage girls] wanted to tell me everything. Everything. Every last thing about their lives. And they did.
Ghastly, horrible, shocking, sad, merciless things. Things that would compel me to squint my eyes as I listened, as if by squinting I could protect myself by hearing it less distinctly.
DEAR SUGAR, The Rumpus Advice Column #44: How You Get Unstuck
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