Hi listeners, I'm Ashley Flowers and I have a story I want to tell you.

A story of a girl and her date with danger.

So gather round and listen close.

I'm not going to tell you about the time I got lucky.

Lucky my cat, that is.

It was the summer after I graduated college, a particularly rough time for me in more ways than one.

For starters, my boyfriend of two years had just broken up with me saying that,

while it was nothing personal, he just wanted to put college behind him, which evidently included me.

Needless to say, I was beyond devastated, especially because I'd been totally head over heels for this guy

and really imagine myself being with him for the long run.

Plus, hello, how was that not personal?

To make the summer worse, while most of my friends were moving into new apartments,

all hyped about things like furniture, shopping, and employment benefits,

I was jobless with no offers other than the one for my parents.

I could move back home and continue my job search there, which is not exactly desirable, but I had no other choice.

But about a month later, I got a glimmer of hope.

My friend and college roommate of four years, Cara, knew the funk that I was in,

and she invited me to come stay with her in Boston.

She'd gotten the job of her dreams, working in PR for a design firm,

and the position afforded her the rent on the cutest one-bedroom apartment where she could walk to everything.

I mean, we're talking all the trendiest shops and restaurants,

plus it was near public transportation, so she didn't even need a car.

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