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"  &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;m like, sorry and stuff.&amp;quot; Sarah said. &amp;quot;Me too,&amp;quot; I said. &amp;quot;So, so sorry.&amp;quot; We hadn&amp;#039;t talked since we got into that big fight about me calling The Editor, and were finally on the phone. &amp;quot;I need to let you make your own decisions,&amp;quot; she continued. &amp;quot;And not yell at you when I don&amp;#039;t agree with them.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;And I shouldn&amp;#039;t have said what I said about you making bad guy choices.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;It&amp;#039;s okay,&amp;quot; she said. &amp;quot;I have historically made bad guy choices. And you were right to call me on it. I was being a hypocrite. Also, I had no right to say what I did about Meg.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;It&amp;#039;s okay,&amp;quot; I said. &amp;quot;No it&amp;#039;s not. You having a new close friend is hard for me. I guess I&amp;#039;m jealous. And I hate that I turned that around on her.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Well, you&amp;#039;re forgiven, okay? Man, I really wish you were here right now so I could give you a post-fight hug and then go out for margaritas.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Me too,&amp;quot; she said. &amp;quot;So what&amp;#039;s up on the Brad front?&amp;quot; I explained that I&amp;#039;d been avoiding him at work: eating lunch at weird times or with Meg, IMing him for work-related issues rather than talking to him in person, acting like I&amp;#039;m way busier than I actually am so I don&amp;#039;t have time to chat. Sarah didn&amp;#039;t say much in response. &amp;quot;Oh come on,&amp;quot; I said. &amp;quot;You&amp;#039;re dying to say something.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;No I&amp;#039;m not,&amp;quot; she said. &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;m your friend. I&amp;#039;m listening.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Just say it\u2026&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Okay, fine,&amp;quot; she said, finally. &amp;quot;You know you can&amp;#039;t keep this up. There&amp;#039;s no way he hasn&amp;#039;t noticed, and, I mean, it&amp;#039;s Brad. If there&amp;#039;s one thing he loves, it&amp;#039;s calling you on your b.s. He&amp;#039;s going to at some point.&amp;quot;  She was right, of course. I love how we got into a fight, made up, and then she resumed scolding me. That&amp;#039;s not my sarcasm, either. I really do love it. It&amp;#039;s the way it&amp;#039;s always been. I remember one time in college, I was super-crazy-out of-hand in love with this guy named Jay. The problem? Jay was not super-crazy-out-of-and in love with me. Sarah gave me a stern talking to about throwing myself at him, which I was basically doing. We got into a huge fight and didn&amp;#039;t talk for three days, which was pretty funny considering we were roommates. During that time, I made out with Jay. After that, Sarah and I apologized to each other and made up. As soon as I told her I&amp;#039;d made out with Jay, she immediately started yelling at me about what a dirtbag he was, and she couldn&amp;#039;t believe I&amp;#039;d done that. See? This is tradition, and you can&amp;#039;t mess with tradition.  I really, really miss her. Fighting and making up with her long-distance isn&amp;#039;t nearly as entertaining as it is when she and I can go to the pub afterward and smack-talk each other while we play darts. Sigh. Maybe I should move to L.A. "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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