I cycle out of town. Many students are on their way home. Two boys are cycling in front of me. I catch a snatch. “No, I’m not in a relationship because I’m waiting for them to come to me.” “Oh,” says the other.
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A version of this article also appeared in the newspaper of June 24, 2023.