“Next time we pass it, you should go in and play it.” I shake my head with a smile. “If I play it, I’ll want it even more,” I admit. “Would that be such a bad thing?” Yes, because then I’ll want other things even more. I’ll start picturing things. I’ll start dreaming again, and the last time I did that, it didn’t end well. “In another life, maybe, but not this one. Come on. Let’s go home.”