It’s weird how people pick up where they left off even though whole Universes have come and gone in the meantime, ships have sailed, Martians have landed, whole cities have been leveled, and nuclear bombs have fallen on relationships. But here we are, holding hands with sand between our toes, remembering the time I served a packet of chocolate to a fat blob of a woman at Carrows – and Nate said, “You are nuts for not charging her!” There very well might have been a “packet of chocolate” button on the register, but, seeing as that was the job I cared least about in my entire life, I said, “Fuck it”, and never found the button.