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The affair began during an atypically dry autumn the year before a presidential election; the candidates were unimportant to the relationship. He was nice and she was nice and they were, in each other’s opinion, of a commensurate level of attractiveness. Given their proximity it was not surprising that a hormonal and emotional connection formed between them. Before long they were sharing a good amount of time with each other. The banter was excellent and the sex was adequate. Each of them was happy, in their own way, to be fulfilling their societal and evolutionary obligations together. By the time winter came work pressure began to take up more of her time, and he put on enough weight to require a return to his local gym. The added stress of a shared cold put the final nail in the coffin of their time together. They ended it amicably and despite promises to the contrary by the end of winter they no longer saw each other at all. Months later, at the beginning of Summer, they would meet at a wedding of a friend who was divorced before the next president took office. Their conversation over drinks at the open bar was strained and short. It was the last they would ever have together. Years later, after they had ceased to think of each other more than once every few months, they ran into each other on a street. Both of them recognized the other, but neither of them acknowledge their shared past.