“Now, whenever someone mentions Christmas, I get to point out how I got you something and you didn’t get me anything. I get full-on bragging rights over who’s the better friend and get to use it against you.” “That’s not a present.” I stretch one arm up over my head. “And yet, it’s made me happy. I’m going to be all, ‘Hey, Robbie, remember that time we exchanged Christmas presents? Oh? We didn’t? Huh. Guess you better fetch my next drink for me.’”
