Fact: Dante Fowler has never eaten a mozzarella stick
Imagine life as Thomas Dimitroff right now. You’re social distancing like a responsible American, meandering around your vast, rose bush-adorned estate with an upside-down visor cocked sideways on your head. You saunter past a spare bedroom where you keep your collection of bike shorts, hung neatly on dozens of garment racks. You pause and think about going in, but you’ve already spent hours...