Then he and old Sally started talking about a lot of people that they both knew. It was the phoniest conversation you ever heard in your life. They both kept thinking of places as fast as they could, then they’d think of somebody that lived there and mention their name.

The Catcher in The Rye (J.D. Salinger)

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