An old flame of mine (and by that I mean the relationship went down in flames , nahmsayin’?) told me a while back (when I was trying to remain friendly with him, how cute was I?) that he was working on a new book. This was my outward reaction:
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via GIPHY I mean, why should it matter to me either way, right? I’ve moved on.
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is getting published soon.
My new internal reaction was a bit like this.
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via GIPHY Now, I know I should just be cool about the whole thing.
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via GIPHY I’m sure I’ll take the high road, though. Maybe I’ll even give him a call to congratulate him.
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might make myself feel better by giving his book one star on Goodreads.
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via GIPHY No, really, it’s aaaaall good.
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