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" Jane, Jenna, Sarah and I had our last brunch together before Jenna moves today.  &amp;quot;To new beginnings,&amp;quot; Jenna said, raising her Bloody Mary. &amp;quot;For all of us.&amp;quot;  Sarah and I raised our mimosas, and Jane raised her orange juice.  &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;m going to get sappy for a minute,&amp;quot; Jenna warned. &amp;quot;I know that we&amp;#039;ve all been going through a lot lately, what with breakups and moving and babies and whatnot, and we haven&amp;#039;t spent that much time together, but it doesn&amp;#039;t really matter with you guys. No matter how long it&amp;#039;s been, it never feels like any time has passed. And I know it will be like that once I live in a different state, too. I want us all to keep in touch, and I want you guys to come visit, but I don&amp;#039;t want anyone to stress about the separation. You ladies are my best friends, and no matter how many miles are between us, that&amp;#039;s not going to change.&amp;quot;  I fought back tears, and a quick glance around the table told me I wasn&amp;#039;t the only one. We started going around the table, each made toasts, wishing Jenna well and promising to keep in better touch.  &amp;quot;To Jenna,&amp;quot; I said. &amp;quot;The wacky girl who forced her friendship on me in cooking class.&amp;quot;   She laughed and admitted she totally did.   &amp;quot;And how I&amp;#039;m a better person because of it. Good luck in Austin, babe. You&amp;#039;ll look hot in a cowboy hat.&amp;quot;  Once the toasts were finished, the conversation turned toward Jenna&amp;#039;s going away party on Saturday. We all agreed to get there early in the day to help her set everything up, make food, etc.  After dragging out brunch so long that our waiter started giving us the stink-eye, we decided to settle up the bill and head out, leaving our waiter an extra-big tip for his trouble. On the way home, I started thinking about when I first met Jenna, and how long it&amp;#039;s been since I did something fun,   like take a class.  When I got home, I got online and started looking at class schedules. Nothing was jumping out at me, though. I logged into my email and had two responses about the apartment, and an email from Zach, Brad and Tex&amp;#039;s old co-worker.  To: K  From: Zach Subject: Fresh out of clever subject lines Hi K.:  I hope you don&amp;#039;t mind, but Tex gave me your email. I had fun getting to know you a little bit at the networking party, and would love to buy you a drink and continue the conversation. Are you free any nights this week?  Best,  Zach I wrote him back and said I was free on Wednesday. I&amp;#039;m glad he suggested drinks and not dinner, as I plan to ease back into this dating thing slowly. Very, very slowly. "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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