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Enjoy the show. You know, and Last year, my fiancé and mom both passed away, one right after the other.

After they died, I obviously fell into a deep depression.

Though I thought I was pulling off the whole I'm fine thing, my friends could clearly see through it. A close friend almost demanded I

move in with her and get out of the apartment I shared with my fiancee for 10 years. She wanted

me to start fresh, and while I didn't think I was ready to move on,

the idea of not living alone was appealing, plus her apartment is in a much nicer neighborhood

than the one I was living in, so I agreed. Living with her has been fantastic, plus our

schedules are opposite, as I work days and she works nights, so we both

get alone time. But we also have at least one day a week together so that we can hang out,

when our days off line up. Moving has also allowed me to be able to walk to work as it's so close.

I thought that would be a godsend until my

ten-minute walk caused a two-month-long nightmare. I decided to sit in the park that's between my

apartment and my job one evening after work. As I was sitting there, a man approached me. I saw his

face first.

It didn't occur to me that this man was anything but a mildly handsome 40-something-year-old guy,

so I smiled and I looked down at my phone, expecting him to just walk on by.

He asked me what time it was, and when I looked up to tell him, I noticed all of the stuff he was

carrying. It was so random. He had a kid's chalkboard with nonsense written all over it, a paper bag

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