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I can write this now because it’s over. For a few months, recently, I was dating. There were a couple of things to recommend the man (e.g. completely at ease in the kitchen), but right from the start, he was lousy at staying in touch. It probably would have made sense for me to have counted to infinity, first. But probably then, I wouldn’t have this dating story to tell.
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