Kids These Days

There were three kids at the table. I was at the cafe I always go to, trying to find a seat. One of them, a boy in a red polo shirt with earrings, sweetly smiled and moved his bag from the bench so I could sit down at the table next to them.

I smiled back, and sat down. A lot of people find teenagers annoying, shallow, or scary. This has always bothered …

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