Sarah and I sat outside the diner, milkshakes in hand— strawberry for her, chocolate for me. I never understood why people my age drank cold beverages when the weather dipped as low as 15 degrees. It made me feel like the sky was going to bend inward, grab me up like a rag doll and give me a good shake. I thought about this as I sipped from my fudgy cup until my brain froze. I guess I liked milkshakes too much to care. Sarah drank her drinks too slowly and loved to forget that she even got one, instead just holding it in one hand and her phone in the other. We got bored of sitting, so we started to walk to our spot: the abandoned golf course behind the library and bagel shop. I used to joke that this place would be some historical site someday—how a UFO…