Shaina: “I used to read Princess and the Pea every night before bed.”
Elise: “I used to read some book about a dead bird.”
Shaina: “Was it The Nightingale?”
Elise: “No I think it was called Dead Bird.”
Shaina: “…You didn’t have a childhood.”
I have a uniquely German capacity to vacillate between sentimentality and coldness.
I can’t remember the last time I laughed this hard.