‘My last message to K was ignored, and I – a perpetual over-thinker with a penchant for fantasy – began to extrapolate. The message had pointed out that I, someone who lacks attention to detail, had only just noticed we lived miles apart; 100 to be exact. We’d met on a dating app and, in my defence, the confusion stemmed from the place he listed on his profile bearing the same name as a place ten minutes from me. In the prolonged silence, I assumed that he had either known that from the beginning and was appalled by my lack of care, or that my realisation had sparked a similar one in him and the pursuit now bore less fruit so he called it quits.’
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