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" &amp;quot;I can&amp;#039;t believe you&amp;#039;re going back this weekend,&amp;quot; I complained. &amp;quot;I feel like you just got here.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;I know,&amp;quot; Jenna said with a mouthful of pizza. &amp;quot;It&amp;#039;s ridiculous.&amp;quot; The bad news? Jenna was offered the job here full-time, but turned it down. The good news? Leslie is working on starting her own event planning business, and she wants Jenna on board.  &amp;quot;I think she just wants my contacts,&amp;quot; Jenna explained. &amp;quot;But I&amp;#039;m cool with that, because she&amp;#039;s a creative genius and I&amp;#039;m not. I think we&amp;#039;ll be a good team.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Yeah, except for the fact that you totally have the hots for her,&amp;quot; I said. &amp;quot;Have you figured out if she likes girls or boys yet?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Nope. But if I move back here, and we go into business together, that won&amp;#039;t matter. I&amp;#039;m not going to hook up with someone I&amp;#039;m working that closely with.&amp;quot; I didn&amp;#039;t get a chance to tell her I thought she was full of it, because Brad walked in the front door with a six-pack of beer in hand. &amp;quot;Hey Jenna,&amp;quot; he said with a grin. &amp;quot;Hi!&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Are you still a lesbian?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Yup!&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Dammit.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Don&amp;#039;t you have a girlfriend anyway?&amp;quot; Jenna asked, laughing. He shrugged. &amp;quot;What?!&amp;quot; I asked. &amp;quot;What happened?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;I don&amp;#039;t want to talk about it,&amp;quot; Brad said. He took a beer out of the pack, gave us a wave and then disappeared into his room. &amp;quot;Yikes,&amp;quot; Jenna said. &amp;quot;Do you want to go talk to him?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Yeah,&amp;quot; I admitted. &amp;quot;But I&amp;#039;m not going to. He&amp;#039;ll talk to me about it when he&amp;#039;s ready to. Plus, I don&amp;#039;t want to barge in there and catch him watching YouPorn or something.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Oh my god, did that happen?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;No, but I did barge into his room one day and he was all &amp;#039;K., don&amp;#039;t come in without knocking. I could have been watching porn and spanking it in here&amp;#039;.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Ha ha ha,&amp;quot; Jenna said. &amp;quot;Brad is such a dude. He&amp;#039;s like, the epitome of dude.&amp;quot; I agreed. We finished our pizza, stole two of Brad&amp;#039;s beers and watched The Real Housewives of New Jersey on DVR.  After Jenna left, I went over to Brad&amp;#039;s door and put my ear to it. I heard the TV, but not much else. &amp;quot;K., I can see your feet under the door,&amp;quot; Brad said. &amp;quot;What?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Are you okay?&amp;quot; I heard his sigh and the creak of the bedsprings as he got up. He opened the door and walked past me into the living room. &amp;quot;She needs time to think,&amp;quot; Brad said, sinking into the couch. &amp;quot;She feels like we don&amp;#039;t have a future.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;What do you think?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;I think how the hell am I supposed to know? It&amp;#039;s still the present.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Please tell me you didn&amp;#039;t say that to her.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;I might have.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Oh Brad.&amp;quot; I sat down next to him. &amp;quot;Do we have anything good on DVR?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Last Comic Standing?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;That&amp;#039;ll do,&amp;quot; he said. &amp;quot;I could use some funny.&amp;quot; We didn&amp;#039;t talk any more about Jenny \u2013 just watched TV, laughed and drank Brad&amp;#039;s beer before calling it a night. I love Brad to death, but I&amp;#039;m pretty sure I dodged a bullet by never becoming his girlfriend. He has serious commitment issues. "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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