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"  &amp;quot;Okay, this Brad thing? I keep thinking about it,&amp;quot; I whined on the phone to Sarah. &amp;quot;What if it&amp;#039;s one of those &amp;#039;he was right there in front of me the whole time&amp;#039; situations and we should really be together? Do I tell him?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Listen to me,&amp;quot; Sarah interrupted. &amp;quot;Brad is your friend. You are lonely and upset that you haven&amp;#039;t heard from The Editor.&amp;quot; Okay, she&amp;#039;s right that I am upset by that. I mean, he just vanished. I know we broke up, but I wish I had, I don&amp;#039;t know, closure or something. Like, I still don&amp;#039;t know why he needed to pop Viagra, or what went so horribly wrong. And, I mean, doesn&amp;#039;t he miss me? At least a little? Oh wait, Sarah&amp;#039;s still talking. Oops. &amp;quot;\u2026and you&amp;#039;re focusing on Brad because he&amp;#039;s safe,&amp;quot; she continued. &amp;quot;It means you don&amp;#039;t have to go out there and risk being disappointed again by someone new. Don&amp;#039;t do anything. He&amp;#039;s moving in with his girlfriend, who he loves. Don&amp;#039;t mess up his relationship and your friendship. I&amp;#039;m serious, K.&amp;quot; Okay, so what she said was making sense on some level. It&amp;#039;s possible that I&amp;#039;m projecting my loneliness and fear onto Brad, but what if it&amp;#039;s more than that? What if I don&amp;#039;t do anything, and then I spend the rest of my life alone and wondering if Brad was The One, and I let him slip by? Oh wait, Sarah&amp;#039;s still talking. Oops. &amp;quot;\u2026and you&amp;#039;re all &amp;#039;What if he&amp;#039;s The One&amp;#039; when you don&amp;#039;t even believe in The One, and you shouldn&amp;#039;t, because it&amp;#039;s a stupid idea perpetrated by the very industry I&amp;#039;m desperately trying to become a part of, which I know makes me a hypocrite on some level.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;So when they offer you a lead in a romantic comedy starring Matthew McConaughey you&amp;#039;ll turn it down?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Hell no. I&amp;#039;d make bank on a film like that, plus I&amp;#039;d get to make out with Matthew McConaughey without having to actually date him. Now, back to you.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;No. No back to me. Let&amp;#039;s make up a plotline for your theoretical romantic comedy. Matthew plays an independently wealthy playboy surfer who has left a string of broken hearts in is wake. Wake! Get it? And then he meets you, and you&amp;#039;re also a surfer, a professional one, and you are just not having it.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;No, we&amp;#039;re talking about you here, K.. Look, I&amp;#039;m usually more than happy to let you make and learn from your own mistakes. Not in this case. You have too much at stake, and I can tell you that you absolutely will lose everything if you pursue this. Okay?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Okay. But was my &amp;#039;wake&amp;#039; joke at least funny?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Not really, no.&amp;quot; Sarah may be right, and I do appreciate her trying to talk some sense into me about Brad. Then again, what if she&amp;#039;s wrong? What if I AM supposed to tell him how I feel? "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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