“There’s a knock on Pace’s door. "Churros!” he exclaims with clear but measured excitement. He’d been denied them just 30 minutes earlier, but some were found, and Pace is a very happy man. Enough so to share.“
I don’t know what to do with your Christmas present. I’ve had it picked out since September, and I’ve had it since November. I brought it home with me from college. It’s just sitting there, reminding me that you’re gone. Reminding me that you probably don’t even miss me. You would’ve loved it.