eloise and ramona on the telephone

N and I didn't meet until the middle of college. I go back and forth between thinking it had to be then for it to work the way we did or that we would have been these girls with the windows up and the cans across the backyard fence, minus flapper outfits plus childish frames. But, yeah, I don't think so. I think we were too stupid, which is good, because children are stupid (in a relative sense and of course I don't mean yours) and then we were no longer too stupid, which meant we were no longer children. Or something like that.

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