how dare you

sol

“i really like the second season. i loved her on ‘the office,’ but i didn’t get into the first season of her show. plus, once it came out, everyone kept telling me how much she reminded them of me.”
“really? i don’t see that at all.”
“nope, not even a little.”
“i know. we’re not even the same kind of brown. she’s funny, so i guess it’s fine.”
“yeah, but it’s not even true.”

i smile, leaning my elbows onto the fake marble top of the table between us. i can’t get over the fact that we chose a diner in the middle of chelsea. earlier, riv had said something to mari about remembering that we’re not the same people we used to be, & while i know that she’s right, there’s something really lovely about knowing we’ll be jersey girls forever. there’s something really lovely about being with people who know me well enough to shake their heads at the thought of comparing me to mindy kaling, people who know me best.

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