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It's not officially Hockey Night in Canada, that's Saturday, but it has defintely been hockey night for Meg. She's spent the last four hours at her boyfriend's brother's apartment watching -- and listening to -- Alain and Luc and their friends watching -- and commenting on -- the Montreal Canadiens beating the Quebec Nordiques, 8-0.

Luc's apartment is a tiny box of a place that looks like a twenty-three year old man lives in it; he has a giant television, a battered couch, and very little other furniture. Meg winds up spending half the evening in what is optimistically called the "kitchen," talking to Luc's girlfriend Nathalie about anything but hockey.

It's not a bad way to spend an evening, but she's kind of glad to return to her own quieter -- and furnished -- apartment when it's over.

So, naturally, she's just found the End of the Universe where her living room should be.

At least now she doesn't have to make her own tea.

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"Or anti-American?"

She shrugs.

"Well, I suspect it will make more sense in . . . whatever variant of hindsight and foresight applies to a conversation two people from possibly different versions of Earth are having about events that have happened -- or that will happen -- in a year that has only occurred for one of them."

Beat.

"That sort of made sense before I actually said it all outloud.

"And then it kind of turned into a linguistic trainwreck."

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Sam starts laughing.

"You know, I wasn't going to point it out, but... yeah, it kind of did."

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"Well," says Meg, "I suppose there are worse kinds of trainwrecks to have than linguistic ones."

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"Like anything involving a literal train?" he deadpans.

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"That would be high on the list, yes," Meg says.