They sat beside each other on the park bench.
She asked him what he was reading.
“Faulkner”.
"How tortured.”
"And you?”
“WWD.”
"How matronly.”
She asked if they could exchange, abruptly taking the book from his hand then shoving the copy of WWD in its place.
“Interesting read”, he said after a few minutes.
The summer became a lesson on the language of
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