The Ex

by Freida McFadden

They say there’s a thin line between love and hate. In those few seconds between when Joel stood up and when the door to the restaurant slammed behind him, my love for Joel Broder started to morph into hatred.

But then he might insist on escorting her up to her apartment. And she can’t risk a cop getting a look at what’s in her apartment. That would potentially be… bad. Very bad.

“You swipe right when you think he is nice-looking. And if you don’t think he is nice-looking, you Snapchat him.”

Everyone ages, so the only way to keep from getting old is to die young.