― Yesterday I sat with a friend had lunch and talked about every topic under the sun. Yesterday we traded stories. Stories about lovers and horrible families. We traded stories as if we were trading baseball cards. We checked the stats, percentages, home-runs, outs and the superpowers those situations gave us. There sat two girls filled with nostalgia and little remorse. ∙ My imaginary friends speak in Spanish. ∙ No regrets we kept chanting at the end of each story. Because if it [...].