Salad.
This is easier than I expected.
You now only want to have dinner with me once every five or six months.
Last time, you tried to argue about what counts as a Caesar salad.
What a relief that we have let go to this degree, each freeing up important seats at the other’s table
You deserve to have more fun and I deserve the art, nutrition, the dog
This is key growth, something actually sustainable
Far better than ignorant insults at a small glass table.
2.25.25
(I'll come back to this piece sometime for edits)
