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If a teenager angsts in the forest, and no one is around to hear her...
Between the teenager that follows me on Twitter and my teenage cousins on Facebook, I realize that I just don't care for prolonged exposure to teenagers.
And then I remember that I was a teenager once and I wonder, in slight horror, if I was that annoying when I was that age.
Then I remember that my parents were acting like teenagers about that time, too, so it really wouldn't have matter if I did and I don't owe my parents an apology.
Crisis averted.
Thank goodness.
And then I remember that I was a teenager once and I wonder, in slight horror, if I was that annoying when I was that age.
Then I remember that my parents were acting like teenagers about that time, too, so it really wouldn't have matter if I did and I don't owe my parents an apology.
Crisis averted.
Thank goodness.