DDR Thanksgiving Blowout Sale
“Wow, just six weeks until Thanksgiving!”
“Six what?”
“Six weeks.”
He stared at me, clearly expecting an explanation. I said nothing. He continued to stare. The silence between us was so thick you could cut it with a knife. I opted to do so, and offered him a little slice of silence on a paper plate. He declined.
“Let me get a calendar,” he said. He left the room, closing the door behind him.
I waited patiently for him to return. After a few minutes, I grew bored. I started waiting impatiently.
The door opened. He had a calendar, flipped to December.
“Six weeks from now is New Year’s Eve,” he said. “Thanksgiving is next week.”
“Impossible,” I said.
He showed me the calendar, pointing towards the little boxes marking various dates.
“It’s a snowman,” I said.
“Why are you like this?” he asked.
“I’m always like this six weeks before Thanksgiving.”
“New Year’s Eve,” he said.
“Exactly.”
He looked at me again, confused. I walked over to him and gave him a hug.
“I’m always thankful for a year spent with a friend.”
I held the embrace. I felt him squeeze me a little tighter. When I pulled away, I saw he was tearing up.
“Are you alright?” I asked.
“Yeah, yeah,” he said. He wiped his eyes with his sleeve. “Yeah, I’m alright.”
I squeezed his hand one last time before heading towards the door.
“Where are you going?” he said.
“DDR,” I replied.
“Mind if I tag along?”
“I mind if you don’t.”
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