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me: i’m going to come over in a little bit, my apartment feels kinda lonely tonight.

dad and mom: sure, come over, we’ll cook you dinner and you can work in peace.

::arrives at parent’s house hours later::

::fill my dad in on the details of my heart-wrenching breakup::

mom: here’s dinner.

dad: here’s a glass of scotch.

night.made.