About twenty years ago, my epiphany that not-all-people-think-like-me came when I was telling a new friend a night at the cinema had been ruined by a bobbing head. I was annoyed with myself, but also still with the bobber. She laughed her head off. Didn’t even pretend.
“Don’t you ever feel that way though?” I asked, widening and then narrowing my eyes.
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