They all sat for a moment, none of them really wanting to get out. “I’m ordering a pizza,” BJ said decisively. Everyone murmured in agreement. “Let’s try them for once.” Hai pointed at the Sgt. Pepper’s across the way, the shop blazing like a crash-landed spaceship. BJ called the number and put in an order for two large special pizzas, no mushrooms (for Maureen), extra cheese (for Wayne). As they sat waiting, held in the van’s warm lull, the only sound the occasional rustle of somebody’s jacket, the misty parking lot an immense sweep around them, Hai considered Maureen’s multiverse. He
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