The ritual starts in senior high school, in bedrooms, one female hugging a teddy-bear to the girl torso as she speaks, additional design graffiti on the blue jeans while she listens. As people, ladies carry on the tradition—while having champagne at marble-topped taverns, perspiring in hot rooms together, or walking down arctic urban area streets.
We talk about sex. We explore you.
The transcripts tend to be funny, when they’re perhaps not sad. As advanced as quantum physics, or as easy as strawberry cake. These speaks, should you overheard them, might be peculiar, or disheartening, or stunning, or dirty, or more than likely those activities on a single page.