“When I count to three, say ‘Fuck Cyrus’ as loud as you can,” she tells us. “One, two, three!” “Fuck Cyrus!” we all shout, and she takes the pic. And as I open it up a couple of minutes later and stare at the eight smiling faces, I pray to the universe as hard as I can that somehow, someway, we all make it through what’s to come in one piece…and together.
