On Americans

by Malin's eating

She ran into the American in the hallway. She had first seen him earlier that night, having dinner alone just like herself. As it turned out now, he was just next door. They had coffee. He was nice. Sort of cute. Later that night, she knocked on his door.
“Eh, hm, I’m actually married” he stuttered.
Seriously, this moving on thing was just exhausting. 

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