Talking to People I Don’t Like

Moxie Dervish
Nov 3 · 7 min read

The first time I meet Kylie’s parents we are in the school pickup queue, and I am…cutting them off, darting in front of their monstrous Armada before slamming on the brakes when Kylie’s dad blasts the horn. I look over. Kylie’s mom is yelling obscenities in my direction. Luckily, both our car windows are rolled up and I can’t hear a word. I mouth an apology and offer to let them go ahead. Strangely, they decline.

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Moxie Dervish

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Overthinker trying to think less.

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