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Soren: I can’t believe I’m saying this, but ...what’s the Halloween plan?

Winnifred: I thought you said you wouldn’t be here.

Soren: I won’t, but if anyone asks, I have to have an answer.

Winnifred: Couples costume or bust.

Soren: Define “bust.”

Winnifred: Matching outfits, one photo op, and at least three people who say, “You two are adorable.”

Soren: What if I dress as emotional detachment?

Winnifred: That’s not a costume.That’s your aura.

Soren: I’m not going to be there, How can we fix that.

Winnifred: I’ll doctor the pictures as long as you buy what we need.You’re not escaping Halloween.

Soren: I’m literally in another country.

Winnifred: And yet, I can still feel your eye roll from here.

Soren: I booked my flight back.

Winnifred: Window or aisle?

Soren: First class.

Winnifred: You bougie coward.

Soren: I also booked yours to Boston, where we’ll drive to Birchwood Springs together.

Winnifred: Soren.

Soren: You deserve legroom.And soup not served in plastic.

Winnifred: I can’t accept first class.

Soren: Then pretend it’s business emotional reparations.

Winnifred: ...Fine.But I’m bringing three different scarves and judging everyone who doesn’t call me “Madame.”

Soren: You’d do that in coach, too.

Winnifred: Never, but I want to get into character.

Soren: Don’t.Please act normal—or as normal as you can.Also, What does one bring to a Friendsgiving with strangers and maple syrup?

Winnifred: Souvenirs from London, of course.

Winnifred: Aiden texted.She asked if you were “the one who kissed her like a man with secrets.”

Soren: I am a man with secrets.

Winnifred: Your secret is that you like romantic comedy movies, and you cried when the ficus died.

Soren: Is our baby ficus dead?

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