Numerically Speaking
Two. Pounds of dark chocolate that I ate slowly that Saturday morning while analyzing the e-vite that my ex-boyfriend, Andre, sent me. Forty. The pounds gained since I last saw him six months ago. Five. The ex-girlfriends on the 50-person invitation list. After the last piece, I dialed my friend, Mattie. “I’ve been invited to Andre’s 50th birthday party slash housewarming. His artist colony now has 15 members and is officially open to all lost Cincinnati artists with angst who need guidance and inspiration. And he’s invited several ex-girlfriends. But why am I surprised?...
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