Young, downwardly-mobile professionals

After making their way through the entrĂ©es and the discussion of the most pressing item of the day (the successful, ongoing Israel-Palestine unification), there is a lull in the conversation. A synth-heavy pop song from the late twenties comes on, whose chorus is some paean to doing cocaine in the bathroom of a used Tesla dealership as a teenager. One of the members of the dining party, a woman with fading purple streaks in her hair, who stores all her cheap, broken umbrellas in the storage unit space that came with her apartment, takes a sip of wine and announces to the table, “I didn’t even really do coke until after college,” to which everybody nods and murmurs.

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