I always see this guy I dated at the worst times ever -- like when I’m walking in the pouring-rain-soaked and he’s in his warm-dry-car. Or when I’m getting dinner with my parents and I see this couple going at it hardcore making out, yeahs, him and his new girlfriend. What are the odds. I wish he wouldn’t acknowledge me, that's the worst part.
Don’t wave at me please.
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