The conversation of a couple of teenagers, dressed in black accented with generic, edgy band tees and buttons, cut through the general noise of the bus: “It doesn’t matter anyways. Even if she likes me, she won’t eventually and then I won’t have anyone again. I may as well just be sad.”
Neil rolled his eyes and looked at Clint. “I am so sick of such blithering emo bullshit.”
“I hear ya, man. Maybe if they cut their bangs so they could see, they could see all the exciting things that life has to offer. Like your mom for example.”
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