Dinner with an Ex and her friends

When it’s been almost five years, it’s naturally history and not awkwardly apologetic or hypersensitive. But, even though it’s not the oozing awkwardness Zach Dillon thirsts for, it’s kind-of like the badonkadonk argument: so vividly one-sided and not even worth revisiting that you end up sitting there thinking, “Do I even speak?” Because you know if you accidentally charm, you build bridges you’ve worked hard to burn. But it’s just so quiet with squirmy eyes jumping to avert your detective glance at their guilty inquisition. And who’s interested by college girl giggling anyway? So, you do what you’ve gotta do. “Here’s to Zach!” you say, as you regurgitate one of those ten stories you tell so well…


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