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" I woke up on the Saturday morning after my run-in with Josh to an e-mail from him in my inbox.  It was pretty short, but I did appreciate him sending it:  Elizabeth,  Regardless of where we are right now, I am sure that running into me with Farah was upsetting for you.  I want to respect your desire for space, but I feel compelled to at least send this e-mail to let you know that nothing is going on with Farah. She is in the middle of a separation from the man she has been living with, and she wanted to talk to an old friend. That is what I am to her.  I wanted you to know. Please forgive me for contacting you, if doing so has made anything worse.  In terms of us, Elizabeth, I remain devoted to trying to work on things \u2014 if and when you are ready for that.  Josh I wasn&amp;#039;t sure whether I wanted to write back \u2014 part of me wanted to at least thank him for the e-mail, which seemed kind and open of him \u2014 but before I could, my doorbell rang.  I got up to answer it, assuming it was Jackson, who had left for the park with Kerry. I assumed he had forgotten his keys.  But it was Sam.  He looked adorable in a crisp white T-shirt and jeans.  I, on the other hand, was in sweatpants and a ratty tank top.  &amp;quot;Sam!&amp;quot; I said. &amp;quot;What are you doing here?&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;We had tentative plans for lunch, no?&amp;quot; he said.  I shook my head in disbelief, laughing softly. &amp;quot;Tentative being the key word here.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Lunch being the key word,&amp;quot; he said, holding up a picnic basket, which he had been hiding on the hallway floor. It was full to the brim with fruits and nuts and cheese.  I shook my head. &amp;quot;I really have to work,&amp;quot; I said. &amp;quot;Today is going to be a game of catch-up for me.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Well, good. I mean, not great, but good. And, besides, I&amp;#039;m betting you haven&amp;#039;t eaten yet. Right?&amp;quot;  I hadn&amp;#039;t.  &amp;quot;Right.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Good. Then this is the quickest lunch there is. We can go sit in the courtyard right outside and talk for a little, and you&amp;#039;ll be back up here working in less time than it will take you to make something for yourself.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Sam\u2026&amp;quot; He smiled at me. &amp;quot;No serious talk at all. We&amp;#039;ll keep everything to one topic.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;And what topic is that?&amp;quot;  This was when he pulled out of the basket a travel Scrabble board. &amp;quot;How I killed you at this in less than twenty minutes.&amp;quot;  I couldn&amp;#039;t help but smile, big.  &amp;quot;Okay,&amp;quot; I said. &amp;quot;You got me.&amp;quot;  His whole face lit up. &amp;quot;Really?&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Really,&amp;quot; I said, grabbing a shirt to throw over my tank top. &amp;quot;But we&amp;#039;re going to have to eat quickly. I have every intention of enjoying the fifteen minutes it&amp;#039;s going to take me to kick your ass.&amp;quot;  He followed me down to the courtyard, both of us laughing all the way. "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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