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And then I realized all of my friends were haunted, but there was a difference between my ghost and theirs.It wasn't too late for me.

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I'm gonna go talk to her.She's gone.I'm going after her.

Go, go, go.

There she goes!

Okay, I see her.

She's two cabs ahead on the right.Just stay with her, okay?

Finally.Finally, you're doing this.You're going to confront her.

Yes, I am going to confront her.

Yeah.

This is so exciting.

Totally.

What are you going to say?

I'm gonna say, "Stella, I'm sorry things didn't work out.

No.

Yes. We're going to talk about this like adults.She can tell me her side and I'm going to listen.Probably should have done a little more of that before.

Driver, can you run us into the nearest lamppost? Everyone, buckle up.Not you, Ted.

Ted, you got to get mad right now.Come on.Dig deep.

Dude, come on.This isn't about me waving my arms, stamping my feet, and getting really mad.This is about Stella and I finally communicating.I mean, clearly, that was ...

Stella hated Star Wars.She lied to you.Search your feelings, Ted.You know it to be true.

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Well, that's her business.

Come on, Ted.She left you at the altar.

I don't understand!

Ted, in the name of all that is sacred.

Wait!Wait!Wait!Wait!Where is she going? Her cab just missed the turn for the Lincoln Tunnel.

Why would anybody buy take out food and bring it all the way back to New Jersey anyway?

Maybe she's going to her office.

No. The waiter asked her, "Will you need utensils?" and then she said, No, I'm just going straight home.

But if she's going home, why are we still heading Oh, my God.Tony lives downtown.Home" is Tony's apartment.She was going to make me move to New Jersey and then she moves into the city with Tony?! Son of a bitch!

Finally, Finally Buddy.

I am so angry right now!

I know, and I love it!Yeah, that is awesome! Sir, we'd be happy to cover the cost of that window crank.I love angry Ted!

So do I!

Get it out, baby.Let it out.

She's stopping.

It is on.It is on!

Yes, Ted.Go get her, buddy!

Go get rid of your demons!

My leg is asleep!

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Okay, wa-wa-wait.

Wait, hold on.

Lily, what are you doing?

All right, hold on.Look, Ted, it's great that you're angry right now.

It sure is.

And that you're finally dealing with this, but you only get one shot here.Let's just take a beat and, and think about what you're going to say.

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Oh, I know exactly what I'm gonna say.

You picked the wrong guy.

Ted.

You picked the wrong guy.You made a really, really, really bad choice.What were you thinking? That guy? Are you kidding me? Have you learned nothing in the last eight years? You're just gonna regret this.You know that, right? You are going to regret this, and now there is nothing you can do about it because it's too late.All you can do now is go up there and start your crappy, disappointing life that will never be nearly as happy as the one you could have had with me.Good-bye.

Ted, wait.

Look, Stella, I am not here to win you back.I am here because I need to know that you know you made the biggest mistake of your life.

I know.

Good.

That's what I'm gonna say.

Dag! Cold-blooded.

Yeah, that's good.Go say that.

Thanks.

So I got out of the cab, ready to say all of that stuff, ready to explode, but then.

Mommy!

Hey.

It all just went away.And that was it.In that moment, I wasn't angry anymore.I could see Stella was meant to be with Tony.Kids, you may think your only choices are to swallow your anger or throw it in someone's face.There's a third option: you can just let it go, and only when you do that is it really gone, and you can move forward.And that, kids, was the perfect ending to a perfect love story.It just wasn't mine.Mine was still out there waiting for me.

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