Never have I cringed so much in embarrassed identification as I did while reading Daniel Clowes' "Ghost World."
A short excerpt:
Josh: So what's up?
Enid: Nothing. Sit over here. [points next to her]
Josh: Do you want something to drink?
Enid: Why? Are you trying to get me wasted so you can date rape me?
[Amy: You have said that exact phrase before I
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