Reminders of My Past Lives

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It has been a really odd week. Nearly every day seemed to come with at least one (usually unwelcome) trip down memory lane. I found myself at a restaurant with my ex-girlfriend’s kids, in an office I worked in during my time with my last employer, nearly delivering food to the hotel where a past love interest used to tend bar, possibly delivering to a former coworker from my first job in Arizona, and standing in the Subway parking lot where…