With my old printer under my arm I come to the thrift store. For me a father with two teenage girls. Long black dresses, black makeup, piercings in lip, nose and eyebrow. They hand full plastic bags to the employee. “What’s in it?” He asks. “Hugs,” one of the girls replied. The man takes the bags unmoved: “Cuddled?”
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