On the way to the drugstore on a warm summer night, I slow down my pace to listen to the girls walking behind me.
"I'm sorry I got annoying about that test, but you know how when you know you did okay, but then you start to doubt yourself?" one says.
"It's okay," another says, "everybody makes mistakes."
Suddenly all three are singing: "People make mistakes, fathers, mothers."
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