“She remembered her first-ever boyfriend of over thirty years ago, who told her he preferred smaller breasts than hers, while his hands were
on her breasts, as if she’d find this interesting, as if
women’s body parts were dishes on a menu and men were the goddamned diners.This is what she said to that first boyfriend: “Sorry.”
This was her first boyfriend’s benevolent reply: “That’s okay.”
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Liane Moriarty,
Nine Perfect Strangers