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"  Last night, I was busy packing my bags for another weekend in the Hamptons. This time, Ashley and I will not be staying with her parentals, since I don&amp;#039;t think they&amp;#039;d be down with us bringing our boy toys (that would be Peter and Fedora Guy) with us. Instead, we&amp;#039;re going to shack up with a friend of the guys&amp;#039;.  Isn&amp;#039;t it every girl&amp;#039;s fantasy to have her best friend date the best friend of the guy she&amp;#039;s dating? Just me? Personally, I love it. I only wish Fedora Guy was slightly less of a show off-y douche bag, but he is starting to grow on me.  Just as I&amp;#039;d folded my last pair of pastel colored jeans, my doorbell rang. First of all, I didn&amp;#039;t even know I had a doorbell, since everyone usually knocks. Second of all, as it was 9 something on a school night and I hadn&amp;#039;t ordered pizza nor was I expecting company, I immediately leapt to the conclusion that there was a rapist standing outside my door. So I grabbed my cell, called my mom, and found a butcher knife in my kitchen.  &amp;quot;Hi, Petunia,&amp;quot; my mom said in the sing-song-y voice she tends to get after a glass of wine.  &amp;quot;Mom,&amp;quot; I hissed. &amp;quot;Stay on the phone with me, someone is at my door and I don&amp;#039;t know who it is.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Ohmigod, Josie, call 911!&amp;quot; Do you see where my paranoia comes from?  &amp;quot;Mom, stop,&amp;quot; I whispered. &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;m not opening the door. I&amp;#039;m just going to ask who it is and if you hear a noise like someone broke down my door then hang up and call 911!&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Okay,&amp;quot; she whispered back.  I approached the door cautiously. &amp;quot;Who is it?&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Josie, it&amp;#039;s Jen!&amp;quot; Jen?! &amp;quot;Please let me in.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Who is it, Josie?&amp;quot; My mom demanded.  &amp;quot;Mom, it&amp;#039;s just Jen, I&amp;#039;ll call you later.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Phew! But look in the peep hole just in case it&amp;#039;s a murderer just pretending to be Jen.&amp;quot; My god. But now the thought was in my head and I couldn&amp;#039;t shake it, so I did as I was told.  &amp;quot;It&amp;#039;s just Jen, mom.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Okay, tell her I said hi!&amp;quot;  I hung up and opened the door. Jen&amp;#039;s face was puffy and streaked with tears. Even though I was still miffed by her heffer comment, I couldn&amp;#039;t help but feel bad for her. Girl looked beat down.  &amp;quot;What happened?&amp;quot;  Jen dropped her head and her shoulders began to shake. She was so hysterical she couldn&amp;#039;t even speak. I put my arm around her shoulder and ushered her inside and onto my couch.  &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;m getting you tissues, hold on!&amp;quot; I ran into my bathroom, then remembered that I can never remember to buy tissues. I grabbed a roll of toilet paper.  &amp;quot;Sorry, this is all I have,&amp;quot; I said as I handed it to her.  &amp;quot;It&amp;#039;s fine,&amp;quot; Jen managed to say. She took a deep breath and blew her nose.  &amp;quot;I know you probably hate me,&amp;quot; Jen sniffled.  &amp;quot;I don&amp;#039;t hate you, Jen,&amp;quot; I said. &amp;quot;I don&amp;#039;t like what you said to me, but I don&amp;#039;t hate you.&amp;quot;  Jen nodded. &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;m really, really sorry I said that. And I&amp;#039;m really sorry I didn&amp;#039;t believe you.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Did something happen?&amp;quot;  Jen looked down and started vigorously nodding her head. Her eyes welled up again and tears spilled down her cheeks. &amp;quot;I came home from,&amp;quot; hiccup, &amp;quot;a trip early and,&amp;quot; another hiccup, &amp;quot;he, he was with someone else!&amp;quot; Jen buried her head in her lap, sobbing, her tall body collapsing in on itself.  &amp;quot;Oh my god, Jen!&amp;quot; I sat down next to her and rubbed her back. &amp;quot;It&amp;#039;s okay, you&amp;#039;re going to be okay.&amp;quot; For the first time, I noticed she wasn&amp;#039;t wearing her engagement ring.  &amp;quot;Where is your ring?&amp;quot;  Jen sat up, and through her tears, she actually smiled. &amp;quot;I threw it at him.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;That&amp;#039;s awesome.&amp;quot;  Jen shook her head. &amp;quot;That&amp;#039;s not even the best part. It bounced off his head, rolled on the floor, and fell into the grate!&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Stop!&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;And it&amp;#039;s not insured, he was on his knees freaking out when I stormed out.&amp;quot;  I put my hand over my mouth, the image of Andrew literally watching thousands of dollars going down a drain made me giddy. Karma is a turbo bitch. &amp;quot;I love you,&amp;quot; I said, laughing.  &amp;quot;Can I spend the night here? I cannot go back to that apartment.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Of course you can.&amp;quot; I know, I know. I&amp;#039;m kind of a push over. But Jen had nowhere else to go, and I was just so happy she had finally caught a glimpse of Andrew&amp;#039;s true colors that I couldn&amp;#039;t refuse her.  I found a pair of pajamas for Jen\u2014my boxer shorts literally looked like a European man&amp;#039;s speedo on her tall ass body\u2014and even managed to find a toothbrush for her.  &amp;quot;Oh, are you going somewhere?&amp;quot; Jen asked, looking at my packed suitcase on the floor.  &amp;quot;Oh, yeah\u2014the Hamptons,&amp;quot; I said.  &amp;quot;To Ash&amp;#039;s place?&amp;quot; Her eyes lit up. &amp;quot;Can I come?&amp;quot;  Shit. &amp;quot;Actually, I&amp;#039;m going with the guy I&amp;#039;m dating.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Oh, so is Ash around this weekend?&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Um, she&amp;#039;s coming too. She&amp;#039;s kind of seeing a friend of the guy I&amp;#039;m dating.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Oh,&amp;quot; Jen looked crestfallen as she climbed into my bed. &amp;quot;Maybe I&amp;#039;ll just go home this weekend then.&amp;quot; She curled up into a ball and shut her eyes.  Ugh. I suddenly felt beyond guilty, even though I knew I had nothing to feel guilty about\u2014especially because Jen was the one to cut me out of her life over the last few years. Still, I&amp;#039;m a firm believer that friendships should always come first.  What do you guys think? Should I honor the whole bros before hos thing (invert that, obviously) and stick around the city for Jen&amp;#039;s sake?  "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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