Luna and Venus were hanging out one fine July evening, trying to decide what to do.
“I don’t want to go to a bar,” said Luna. “The guys won’t stop talking about your beauty. It makes me crazy.”
“You’re always crazy anyway,” said Venus.
“Take that back.” Luna’s eyes widened to the size of craters.
“Back,” said Venus.
After a while, the two went their separate ways. There was always a distance between them that others couldn’t discern. Yet they would get back together eventually. They always did.