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Later when Abed and I are in the living room, tucked into his side, his arms slung around me, an afghan covering our legs, and the bowl of salted popcorn still warm from when he made it earlier, on our legs our eyes on the screen in front of us. We had gone back and forth a bit, about choosing what we wanted to watch, he wanted something with me in it, and I wanted something he directed