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M and W sat across a bistro table from each other. They had not seen each other in over a year. They were sitting near a window at the fancy schmancy deli located in the old re-purposed gas station. W was having a rather large vegan salad while M was enjoying a Rueben sandwich, expensive potato chips, and a tiny child’s salad.
W: Gosh, it’s so great to see you again. I can’t believe it’s been over a year.
M: I know. I know. So how is everything back in the mountains?
W: Ya know, it’s exactly the same. Nothing changes. It’s awesome.
M: Yes well, mountains do move slowly. They talk pretty slowly, too.
W: Uh… right. What about you? How are you doing down here in the flatlands with no mountains to uh… talk to?
M: To be brutally honest, I am losing my freaking mind. I haven’t seen a mountain in over nine years. I’ve never gone that long before. I don’t know how long it will take for the men in white coats to find me if I don’t get to see some mountains soon.
W: So what are you going to do about it?
M: Well, I’ve been waiting for a bag of money to fall out of the sky and almost hit my noggin. That happens sometime. I also bought a lotto ticket. Moving…
