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Our Reunion Was Ruined by Lies and Strange Men
I have to stop socializing
“Are you still at the same address?”
“No,” she typed back.
I’ll just guess where you live, then.
I gave my phone a bitchy squint and replied, “What’s your new address?”
Dickhead.
“Blackburn Street. A red Audi outside.”
Just give me the house number, you sloth. I’m supposed to drive up and down a street looking for a car? What if there is more than one red Audi!?
“What house number?” I typed back.
“15.”
That was a journey.
Hannah and I used to work together. We hadn’t seen each other in four years, but we’d kept in contact through social media. In my quest to find new friends, I asked Hannah if she wanted to get together. She enthusiastically agreed, and we arranged to take our kids to a new adventure play area and have lunch.
The day before we arranged to meet, Hannah messaged me and invited me and my daughter to her house instead. She said a small playground was opposite her house, and we could have a picnic there.
