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I kept running into my ex, Evan Lawrence, whom I'd broken up with three years ago. He couldn't help but text me: [I miss you.] I shot back right away: [I'm on my period, got a canker sore, sprained my hand, and my hemorrhoids are acting up.] Evan was stunned at my reply. Then one night, when he was waiting downstairs at my place, he saw a guy staying overnight. He lost it and burst into tears. The next day, there were various hashtags: [Top singer is heartbroken, sobbing in a neighborhood like a castaway], and [Top singer begs ex: I'm hotter and richer now. Can you love me again?] But wasn't he the one who dumped me so decisively back then?