By Halloween, I couldn’t keep it in any longer, and told Lainey about it all, the failed pursuit of reaching out to him again. It still made me so sad, but Lainey wasn’t hearing any of it.

“You broke up with him a year ago and now you want to reconcile?” she shouted at me across a booth, in the middle of the crowded Rush Street bar. “I’m sorry, and I love you, but that ship has sailed. Besides, think about all the choices you have, and did have.

“You need to stop. He’s not coming back. You’re not going back. You can’t recycle boyfriends. Remember how you used to tell us that at Smith? Lis, I hate to be the one to break it to you, but Jamie is in the past.”

“Lainey.”

“Lis,” she shot back. Th...

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