Cool parents, I thought, are the ones who know nothing. It made me feel a little sad for mine, but I didn't say any of this.

...being around him wasn’t good for Quentin. He could feel himself regressing in the direction of an adolescent tantrum—it was like trying to talk to his parents. He lost all perspective on who he was and how far he’d come.

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