I'm inclined to enjoy Sonoran Reserve for many reasons, but meeting with Todd is certainly one.
I drive to the gates of Sonoran Reserve, and both gates welcome me like a well-known friend, opening simultaneously. Of course, it's hard to pick my favorite, but I always enter the left gate for its scenery. I park my car, walk up to the correct apartment, and rap on the door.
Todd warmly greets me and beckons me in. We sit down for tea and polite conversation, which soon becomes foaming at the mouth and raging about politics. The apartment soon becomes a mess, and Todd's heart is broken. What have I done, Sonoran Reserve?