a moving tale
I confess to my friend (we'll call him Mr. Smarty Pants) that my new roommate is, in fact, my ex. (See dating chronicles 1 through 5)
friend: Well, that's a disaster.
me: I suppose so. But he's got a table.
f: So I could have my table back?
m: Yeah, and he bakes really good muffins.
f: I see. You are completely deluded.
m: Well, we're all platonic and stuff now, so it'll be totally fine, and he's met someone else already, and incidentally she's young enough to be my, you know, niece or something, and I have totally moved on... Who's your new roomate going to be?
f: This girl I met three days ago. We're in love. She's dropping out of school and moving here from Burundi to be with me.
m: Aw, that's awesome.