Scene: In the car, listening to "Blue Like Nevermind" by Kimya Dawson.
Eyes like almonds I've been told and friends are found when keys are stolen...
Reagan: That's not really true, you know.
Me: Sorry, honey. What's not really true?
Reagan: You don't really find friends when your keys get stolen.
{pause}
Me: No, I guess not.
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