the history minors

You happen to be in town for a conference. It’s been 11 years since you've seen each other. Was it your wedding or hers? “Do you keep up with anyone? I can’t get a text back.” “Nope. The reunion planning kinda fell apart.”
She has glasses now. “Yeah it sucks.” You adjust yours. “Nah, they look great.”

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Your labs were good. Nothing to really worry about right now. Are you still taking Lisinopril? I’ll make sure to put in refills. You stopped taking the Wellburtin? Really? What changed? Really?! That’s good, that’s good. 

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The babysitter bailed last minute so you just brought a bottle of wine to their home. It’s big. The bottle and the house. You’d need a lot of space for two kids and two dogs. “Yeah we just got the landscaping finished. Took two years to get what we wanted. Bill, please wash your hands and don’t track dirt in.” You'd never met a Bill under the age of 35.
He wasn’t Billy, William, Will, Willy. Bill. His dad went by William. 

A three year old named Bill. Thick, curly brown hair (is it his actual hair color or just dirt?). “He’s exactly like his dad.” “Nothing wrong with that!” Bill and his dad say at the same time. 

Dinner is spaghetti. Your fork has been in the garbage disposal a few times. 

"Welcome, you’re one of us," it says.