Hey guess what?

what?

You found the cure to coronavirus. I can move to London and start my new life.

You're engaged to a woman you haven't even met in person. Do you want me to keep guessing?

Dear Lord, no. I think I finally perfected my sourdough.

Ta-da, see? Huh?

Smell that.

Okay, um, Rosemary, look, I have this idea and involves us and a truce. I am hesitantly waiting.

Seymour's 90th is in two weeks.

He doesn't want us to, you know, make a big thing of it, but of course we kind of have to.

I can't imagine being 90 during a pandemic.

He must be so lonely.

Yeah, his social calendar is busier than ours.

He goes for walks with his neighbor down the hall like every day.

He's living his life.

What? Dude, Fauchy would lose his mind.

They wear masks and they stay outside, but still, I think it probably scares me more than it does him.

Speaking of walks, did I hear a rumor that you and Halle are getting together in person?

Yeah, tomorrow.

Don't you think you should have asked me first?

We're planning to be outside and six feet apart

and we're both wearing masks.

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