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The moving truck had been gone for three days, but I hadn't worked up the nerve to introduce myself. From my kitchen window, I'd watched him wrestle with boxes that seemed too heavy for one person...

The notification pinged on my phone with a soft, hopeful chime. I’d just about given up on the app, this new one specifically designed to help people in their thirties find *friends*.

The poetry reading was pretentious but the poet was beautiful.