As the auditorium filled with people waiting for the commencement ceremony, two young males of the Gen Alpha variety sat ahead of me, and I overheard their conversation.
“My terk! I haven’t seen you in along time. How are you.”
“Pebbles, man.”
“Great. I’ve been parked.”
“Yeah, life is Costco now days.”
“Tell me about it, ain’t no jar.”
“I know somedays have no swirl to them.”
“You still going with that bussin’ lit?”
“Nah, I’m all nabs.”
“That’s too bad, you two were Remy.”
“I still like her, but you gotta keep on the mute about that.”
“Why? You afraid you’ll get all feta if she finds out?”
“No, but I do think she’s all getty.”
“Well, I promise not to ooze, okay?”
“Mid, man.”
“I know, you’ve never been extra.”
“Look at the old man behind us, he looks so salad.”
The Old Blog in the Desert 
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