Nursing the flattest lager I’ve ever bought, sitting in a cacophonous bar and grill at a dreary Midwestern airport, my return flight delayed another two hours due to a ferocious snowstorm, some bald-spotted crewcut in the next booth pontificating to someone that the weather undoubtedly proves climate change does not exist despite what the liberally-biased scientific community wants us to believe, I suddenly realize your insouciance reaffirmed mine during our most recent tête-à-tête (yes, I know you consider English speakers who use French terms pretentious—sorry), thus proving we share an adamantine spiritual bond. Do you agree? If not, why?
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