I was at a coffee shop writing when I overheard a group of adolescent boys talking about how voraciously hungry they always are. “Bruh, I just cannot control my appetite!” one of them exclaimed, and they talked about this for like 10 minutes in a pure, wholesome conversation of chumminess and self-awareness.
You’re right, teenage bruhs. You’re hungry and growing.
— Renee Roederer
Smuggling Grace 