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" &amp;quot;So I broke things off with Candy,&amp;quot; Jenna said once she, Jane and I were settled into our table. &amp;quot;Like, really broke things off.&amp;quot; Technically, Jenna and Candy had broken up weeks ago, but nothing had really changed between them. They&amp;#039;d decided to stay &amp;quot;friends,&amp;quot; which apparently entailed hanging out constantly, sex, and sleepovers. Not really a breakup at all. &amp;quot;Still friends?&amp;quot; Jane asked skeptically. &amp;quot;No,&amp;quot; Jenna said firmly. &amp;quot;Clearly we&amp;#039;re not very good at that.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Did you meet someone else?&amp;quot; I asked. Jenna shook her head. &amp;quot;Nope. I think I&amp;#039;m going to stay single for a while, and try to figure out what I really want.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;That&amp;#039;s great!&amp;quot; Jane and I exclaimed in unison, too loudly and too enthusiastically. Jenna grinned. &amp;quot;Subtle, ladies.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;I have some news,&amp;quot; Jane announced. Jenna and I turned out attention to her. &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;m going back to work.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Like, in an office?&amp;quot; Jenna asked. Jane nodded. I can&amp;#039;t remember the last time Jane has had a full-time job since I&amp;#039;ve known her. Possibly never.  Jane went on to explain that one of her former freelance clients was looking for a creative director, and offered her the gig. The money was too good to pass up, she said, and also, as much as she loved being a stay-at-home mother, she was ready to start the next chapter. &amp;quot;Congratulations, to both of you,&amp;quot; I said, raising my mimosa. They raised theirs, and we clinked glasses.  While we waited for our food, talk turned to wedding planning. It&amp;#039;s going surprisingly well. Ben and I came up with our guest lists, and shared them with our parents. My mother had an additional 12 people she wanted added\u2014friends of hers from Florida that I&amp;#039;d never even met\u2014but I put my foot down and she actually let it go. &amp;quot;Man, I cannot wait to meet your mother,&amp;quot; Jenna said. Jane concurred. It&amp;#039;s so weird that neither of them has ever met her.  Jenna&amp;#039;s phone began vibrating on the table. &amp;quot;That&amp;#039;s Leslie. I have to take it.&amp;quot; She grabbed her phone and walked out of the restaurant.  &amp;quot;So,&amp;quot; Jane began, trying to sound nonchalant, and failing. &amp;quot;Have you talked to Sarah?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Not since she told me that she didn&amp;#039;t want to be in the wedding.&amp;quot; Jane winced. &amp;quot;She feels really bad about that, you know.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Then maybe she should tell me that.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Why don&amp;#039;t you reach out to her? She was hurt that you asked Jenna to be your maid of honor. I bet if you did, she&amp;#039;d still be a bridesmaid.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Because I&amp;#039;m planning a wedding, Jane,&amp;quot; I said. &amp;quot;And it&amp;#039;s stressful. And I don&amp;#039;t need any of her drama making it even more stressful.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;You two have been friends for a long time.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;I know that, but you know what? If I met her right now, we wouldn&amp;#039;t be. I don&amp;#039;t even think I&amp;#039;d like her. I think I&amp;#039;d be like, &amp;#039;I met that vaguely famous chick from TV, and she&amp;#039;s kind of a bitch&amp;#039;.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;So you&amp;#039;re done?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Yeah, I&amp;#039;m done.&amp;quot; Jenna returned. &amp;quot;Um, did something happen while I was gone? You guys look all serious.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;It was nothing,&amp;quot; I said. The check came shortly thereafter, and we paid and left. When Jane gave me a hug goodbye, she whispered an apology. I whispered one back. When I hugged Jenna, she whispered, &amp;quot;I am so calling you in a little while.&amp;quot; And she did. And when I told her what had happened between me and Jane, she&amp;#039;d had this to say: &amp;quot;Eff Sarah.&amp;quot; I agree. Eff Sarah, indeed. Posted at 4:32 PM "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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