February 7, 2087. Sam Harris is 16. Ryanne Phoenix is 15.
It was Sam's birthday, so he got to pick the movie. He picked one of those frat-house comedies, full of half-naked co-eds and devoid of any intellect at all. Ryanne would have preferred some dreary art film, but it was Sam's choice and Ryanne wouldn’t complain. They both got the movie ready to play on each of their different TVs.
"Okay, on three, we’ll press 'play.' One, two, three."
The dual opening soundtracks echoed through each other's phones, a split second out of sync.
happy divorce day, Stephanie Nova!
February 4, 2087. Stephanie Nova is 27.
Stephanie Nova could worry like nobody else alive. She worried every morning as she sent her daughter off to kindergarten that today would be the day Jeremiah came to snatch her out of school. She knew which cars belonged to which parent, and her heart skipped a beat whenever someone drove something new. She lay in bed each night, safe in the arms of her beloved, only to slide out of his embrace to double check door and window locks, her ears peaked at a sudden gust of wind or the howl of a wild fox.
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