Nyup.

I suppose even the humble tofu dreams of being sushi sometimes.

Thunk.

The other shoe has finally dropped.

Wrap.

I chuckled to myself and she asked to share in on the joke. It's nothing, I tittered. I just remembered how W. had come down with a cold one day in high school, and Y. had compared the little balls of used tissue on her desk to wontons. Wontons.

Gerrout.

Some long lost friends should just stay wedged into the deepest recesses of an old sofa, along with coins, old receipts and chewed on pencil stubs.