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" Ed sent me an IM this morning while I was job hunting, asking if Sarah and I were around tonight so he could stop over and give us our housewarming gift. I told him he shouldn&amp;#039;t have, but come on, let&amp;#039;s be honest. I love presents -- I offered to make us all something for dinner on our shiny new grill, and Ed agreed.  I expected him to show up with a bottle of wine, or a refrigerator magnet, but he came with a big box. He ordered Sarah and I to sit down on the couch and brought it over, where she tore into one end while I opened the other.  &amp;quot;Whoa,&amp;quot; Sarah said, eyeing our new Wii.  &amp;quot;Ed,&amp;quot; I chastised. &amp;quot;You bought us a Wii? That&amp;#039;s too much. No, we can&amp;#039;t take this.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;I didn&amp;#039;t buy you a Wii,&amp;quot; he explained. &amp;quot;I acquired a Wii and regifted it to you.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Why didn&amp;#039;t you keep it?&amp;quot; Sarah asked.  &amp;quot;Because I don&amp;#039;t sit at home and play video games,&amp;quot; he said. &amp;quot;As sad as it is, the only fun things I do are at your place. Plus, you guys have a Wii Fit. How can you have a Wii Fit without a Wii?&amp;quot;  He had a point. Ever since Brandon and I broke up, I&amp;#039;ve been wanting to buy a Wii for myself. I&amp;#039;ve had a kind of mental block about it, though -- it was Brandon&amp;#039;s Wii, but he bought me the Wii Fit, blah blah blah.  We thanked Ed about a million times, hooked it up and then starting firing up the grill. As it turns out, neither Sarah nor I actually knew how to fire up a grill. Ed does, naturally -- I think grilling is programmed into the male DNA, so he showed us the ropes. After we&amp;#039;d stuffed our faces and drank some wine, Ed and I plopped down on the couch and Sarah announced that she was going over to Todd&amp;#039;s. Without thinking about it, I put my bare feet up on Ed&amp;#039;s lap, and he started rubbing them.  &amp;quot;Mmm,&amp;quot; I said, closing my eyes. &amp;quot;That feels good.&amp;quot;  Sarah smirked.  &amp;quot;Good night kids,&amp;quot; she said. &amp;quot;Have fun.&amp;quot; When Ed wasn&amp;#039;t looking, she gave me a wink, and I shot her back a dirty look.  We spent the next few hours chatting, laughing, and watching TV. I never did manage to move my feet, and he never did manage to stop touching them. Eventually he announced he had to go, reluctantly, because &amp;quot;some off us have to work in the morning.&amp;quot; We both got up from the couch, and I walked him to the door.  &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;m sorry, by the way,&amp;quot; he said before he opened the door.  &amp;quot;For what?&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;The whole blowing you off and blocking you on IM thing.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Dude, that was like two weeks ago. Don&amp;#039;t worry about it.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;I wasn&amp;#039;t going to disappear forever. I just needed a few days to clear my head, and I only use IM at work -- it would have been too distracting. I didn&amp;#039;t think about how that would make you feel because of waiting around for Brandon and everything.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;It was a confusing time for both of us. It&amp;#039;s all good.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;m glad we&amp;#039;re still friends,&amp;quot; he said, opening his arms to give me a hug.  &amp;quot;Me too,&amp;quot; I said, and meant it. "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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