While I was putting the finishing touches and preparing several boxes for shipping to Kansas City, the Boy's neighbor walks over with his dog and engages in the following conversation:
Neighbor: Are you and [the Boy] moving?
Me: Oh no. I'm packing up to go to law school.
Neighbor: Whereabouts?
Me: Kansas City?
Neighbor: You're both moving to Kansas City?
Me: No. Just me. I'm the only one moving to go to law school.
Neighbor: Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.
Me: Umm...sorry for what? That I'm going to law school?
Neighbor: No, sorry that you two broke up.
Me: huh? Oh no!! We didn't break up. We're still together and I'll come back during school breaks and will take the California bar after law school. I'll be back, don't worry.
Neighbor: Oh, good to know. So will [the Boy] still come here on the weekends?
Me: Yeah, he'll still come back here on the weekends. This house is his baby.
Neighbor: Good, good. I need a beer buddy. Good luck in law school!
Great, not only does the neighbor think we're breaking up, he's excited to have a beer buddy.
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