My ex is a psychotic barking nut-job that would only be capable of making me happy with the news that she was renouncing all claim to my daughter, and moving to a windswept desert island with no internet, phone or postal service and only sporadic re-supply via sailing boat.
And even then she'd have too much impact on my life.
So on balance, no, I don't think that exes can be friends.
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Overhead, the Albatross hangs motionless upon the air,
And deep beneath the rolling waves,
In labyrinths of Coral Caves,
The Echo of a distant time
Comes willowing across the sand;
And everthing is Green and Submarine
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