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" While Sarah and I got ready for Jenna&amp;#039;s going-away party yesterday morning, she confessed that she and her ex, Dennis, had dinner together a week ago.  &amp;quot;Oh. My. God,&amp;quot; I said, surprising myself with my harsh tone. &amp;quot;Why are you so sketchy lately?&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;m sorry,&amp;quot; she said, sincerely. &amp;quot;I really am. It&amp;#039;s just that you&amp;#039;ve been all weird since the breakup, and I didn&amp;#039;t know how to bring things up.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Okay, fair enough. I get why you didn&amp;#039;t tell me about Matt, or talking to Brandon, even though I&amp;#039;m kind of pissed about both. Why wouldn&amp;#039;t you tell me about having dinner with Dennis, though?&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;I didn&amp;#039;t want you to think that we were going to get back together, and that I was going to move back in with him and leave you all alone again,&amp;quot; she said. &amp;quot;You&amp;#039;ve actually started seeming happy again, and I didn&amp;#039;t want to worry you.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;m not five,&amp;quot; I sighed. &amp;quot;So knock it off, all okay? I want my best friend back -- the one who actually tells me what&amp;#039;s going on with her.&amp;quot;  She sheepishly agreed, and we headed off to Jenna&amp;#039;s, where we met Jane and Trisha.  &amp;quot;You guys ready to work?&amp;quot; Trisha asked with a smile, and then shifted into full-on chef mode. &amp;quot;We&amp;#039;re doing four appetizers. I figured we could each take one and bang it out. The pregnant lady gets the easy one.&amp;quot;  Jane laughed and got to work on her hummus. I started prepping the potstickers, Sarah the summer rolls, and Trisha laid out everything for the sushi. We finished just as the guests were arriving.  The party was bittersweet. I got to chat with some of Jenna&amp;#039;s other friends that I only see at her events, and it was nice to see Jenna enjoying itself. But the fact that she&amp;#039;s going to be gone from our daily lives in less than a week was weighing on me. I found myself fantasizing about going back in time so I could hang out with her more.  &amp;quot;This sucks,&amp;quot; Jane said to me at one point, watching Jenna laugh with some of her work friends across the room.  &amp;quot;It does,&amp;quot; I agreed.  &amp;quot;At least you still have Sarah.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Jane, you still have Sarah and me.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;You know what I mean.&amp;quot;  I didn&amp;#039;t argue, because I did know what she meant. When Sarah moved to L.A., I was devastated. Jane was losing her best friend this time around. And ex-girlfriend. That whole thing totally baffled me at the time, but now I think it was more about Jane wanting her best friend and partner to be the same person. I think most people want that. If Sarah and I dug chicks, we probably would have moved to Boston and gotten married a long time ago.  Jenna came up to us then and pulled me aside.  &amp;quot;Go talk to Nick,&amp;quot; she said, nodding toward her co-worker. &amp;quot;He thinks you&amp;#039;re cute.&amp;quot;  I rolled my eyes as she dragged me over to where he was standing. He was nice enough, and cute enough, but honestly, I couldn&amp;#039;t have been less interested. Somehow I agreed to go out with him this week. Don&amp;#039;t ask me how. Where were all these guys when I was looking?  Sarah, Jane and I stayed long after everyone left, although Jane looked like she was about to keel over from exhaustion. Trisha cleaned up the kitchen while we exchanged teary hugs, promises to visit, and goodbyes.  The three of us were quiet as we headed home, feeling the absence of our fourth quarter for the first time. I can barely remember what it was like before Jenna came into our lives. I&amp;#039;m pretty sure it wasn&amp;#039;t nearly as fun, though. "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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