Jill Murray
Item #36:
The way they can spontaneously turn almost any alternative space into a private lounge once their group reaches a critical mass of 4 or more.
Like this narrow strip of grass near my mom’s house, between the mall and the road; I’m not sure what came first– the kids or the couch. There were about 15 of them draped all over it and the picnic table. Around the couch and the picnic table was a forcefield of teendom so strong, I was fully shielded from their attention as I walked along the path, not a foot away.
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