N drops me off at my favorite coffee-shop and drives a way to work. What I love about N is that he is completely unpretentious. It would never occur to him, for example, to buy a new car for reasons of prestige. A car is supposed to take you places, so who cares what it looks like, what model it is, and how much it costs?
I’m not completely unpretentious myself, to put it mildly, and I really admire people who are devoid of all pretentiousness.


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