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My mom is friends with his mom and we hang out when we are little. Later, not so much. Years pass. His family comes to visit my family – carpets have been pulled up, walls smashed into rubble and carted away, furniture replaced or rearranged – we are grown up now. “I love The History Channel,” he tells me, before even the hellos. I raise my eyebrows when he asks me if there’s been anything good on lately. I tell him I have no idea and he looks hurt. I think back – it’s true I used to like The History Channel when I was younger. As I’m thinking, he explains that all he heard growing up was that I watched The History Channel. “Why don’t you watch The History Channel?” his mom would ask him.