Who knew that lame trips to the convenience store through a rainy, polluted street and the ensuing perusal of unacceptably manufactured products in colorful isles under bright lights to the tune of middle-class shmaltz could be so agonizingly missed-- the way I used to sing, out of boredom, on the way there and chew gum. But that was life! That is all it ever really is.
Normative notions are sometimes true, the way that anyone's face perks up in attention to the common language of "I am happy/but I am not happy", and really, it is probably the only thing which could be universally understood.
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