“I can’t believe it’s you!”

“Feels like forever since I've seen you.”

“Come here, lemme give you a hug.”

“S-sure.”

“Mmm. . . um. Um. Hey, Jack.”

“What?”

“You can—um. Can you let me go now, please?”

“Oh. Yeah. Sorry. Daydreamed for a second there.”

“Oookay. But, hey, how are you doing?”

“Fine. Fine. How are you?”

“I’m great! I got a great job, and Paul and I are doing really well.”

“Oh.”

“What’s wrong?”

“You’re still—you’re still seeing Paul?”

“Two years next month!”

“. . . Congratulations.”

“What about you? Anybody special?”

“. . . No.”

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