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It was around 1:30am on a Friday night when I ran into my old flame. We hadn’t spoken in months, since the huge fight in the basement of my building.

It really isn’t you. I swear. Although you did say your ex-girlfriend was a little nutty at dinner the other evening, which pissed me off, but it still isn’t you.

Weird, isn’t it? That the house you’ve grown up in, known for the majority of your life, is suddenly going to be someone else’s?