Conversation

I'm eavesdropping in the book store, listening in on two loud clerks at the front counter.

"Someone sent me a dumb emoji," one says.
The other laughs, adds: "I remember when we didn't have emojis."
The first one is quiet. He may not be old enough to remember.
"If you wanted an emoji, you had to make it yourself. You'd type it into place with your thumb, on your phone. Now, it's all done for you."
More silence.
"I miss those days."
"You could still do it."
"I know. But I don't."

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