Over breakfast, my new friend from Australia — who was studying abroad at our school — was excited to share about someone he’d met. The house on the bay, the doodle with a Burberry collar, and the loft bedroom all sounded familiar.
“Is that your girlfriend he’s talking about?” another friend asked after our Aussie buddy finished the story.
Best brunch ever because this made our breakup clean and easy.
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Editor’s note: Thank you to everyone who responded to last week’s note about a TBD breakup story slam! I’m working on details and will share them here as soon as they’re finalized. In the meantime, you can respond directly to these emails with any thoughts, questions, ideas, etc. I’ll see them. :)
Also, yes, fuck Nazis.
-jz