“How old are you, Maya?” she asks.
“Twenty-three.”
“Nobody likes you when you’re twenty-three,” she says, and Conor snorts out a laugh.
I stop. Turn back to look at him, wide-eyed, which has him mumbling something about how young I am. “That’s a reference, Maya. From a song by—”
“Blink-182, I am aware.”
reading this 5 days after turning 23, and doing the same reference, is messing with my head
— May 28, 2025 04:14AM
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