When I was a little kid, a rite of passage was many things. A pair of roller skates, a two-wheeled bicycle, a scooter, or sleeping out overnight in the backyard under a tent made out of a bed sheet.
You know those really awkward introductions you sometimes have on campus? The ones where you meet someone new, a friend of a friend maybe, and you need to make conversation without any common ground?
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