Same people. Same hellos and goodbyes. Same beginnings and endings. Same befores and afters.

“Some people call it child labor. I call it... let's not get technical.”

“Mat - Red and Jayne's Matt, Frankie's Matt, my Matt - died of a broken heart.”

“Patrick leans in for a hug through the open doorway, and in his arms I'm remind…”

“I've played a few times, Anna. Remember the parties?""Not exactly." I must have…”