Out with the Old.
It's hard not to take personally the occasional (or numerous, depending on the situation) reminders of current-significant-other's relationships past. Mutually purchased artwork placed strategically on bedroom walls combined with silverware once used to feed the same ritualistic Sunday night spaghetti-with-vodka-sauce into the likely-ungrateful mouth of the predecessor you'd love (him/her) to forget, feels like a betrayal of the present mind and culinary loyalties, with one foot still covered in the tomato paste used to say their (semi-final) goodbyes. And yet... Enjoy!
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