She matched with him on a Tuesday night.
It was 11:47 PM. She was lying in bed, alone, her phone resting on her stomach, the blue light casting shadows across the ceiling. She had been divorced for six years, and she had been on and off dating apps for six months, swiping through the faces of strangers, looking for something she could not name.
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