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"  Almost as soon as I walked into work today, I knew Brad was going to confront me. &amp;quot;Hey K,&amp;quot; he said, too loudly, as I put my stuff down on my desk. &amp;quot;Hey,&amp;quot; I said, not looking at him. &amp;quot;How are you?&amp;quot; he asked. &amp;quot;Fine.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;m fine, too. Lunch today?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Oh, I can&amp;#039;t,&amp;quot; I said hurriedly. &amp;quot;I told Meg I&amp;#039;d run an errand with her.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Mmm, hmm,&amp;quot; he said. I think I handled that great, and by great I mean I handled it like someone who was dropped here from another planet and had no clue how to interact with another human being. I looked around to see if anyone had caught that exchange. Meg was the only other person in the newsroom. I turned on my computer and she shot me an IM immediately. megalicious: hey, want to &amp;quot;run an errand&amp;quot; with me at lunchtime? ;) aohk: please, please tell me you&amp;#039;re free. megalicious: of course, poodle. oh, and um, adam? wants to see me again. aohk: omg, really? megalicious: yeah. apparently crazy chicks are the new black. aohk: you gonna? megalicious: i told him i&amp;#039;d rather hang out as friends for now, until i&amp;#039;m in a better head-space. aohk: good. i think that&amp;#039;s a really smart move. megalicious: what i didn&amp;#039;t tell him is that, should there come a point were i think i can jump him without sobbing uncontrollably, i&amp;#039;m so doing it.  aohk: ha! She kills me. She&amp;#039;s making work so much more bearable for me right now.  Unfortunately, I was right about Brad confronting me. He accosted me at my desk post-newscast. I briefly thought about faking a fainting spell, but decided he probably wouldn&amp;#039;t buy it. &amp;quot;When was the last time we hung out?&amp;quot; he demanded, sitting down on the edge of my desk. I thought about when it had been. Two weeks? Three? Oh wait, that was a rhetorical question.  &amp;quot;See?&amp;quot; he continued. &amp;quot;You can&amp;#039;t even remember.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Sorry, I&amp;#039;ve been busy.&amp;quot; (What? Moping and eating ice cream are very time-consuming activities.) &amp;quot;Mikhaila and I are having a housewarming party next Friday. Can you make it?&amp;quot; No. No. No. &amp;quot;Sure!&amp;quot; I said, sounding completely fake cheery. Then I went into full-on manic mode and started blathering on about nonsense, while he looked at me like I was a crazy person. Finally, he put me out of my misery and left. I can imagine nothing more horrible than celebrating their moving in together. Ugh. He&amp;#039;s my best guy friend, so I should be happy for him. I want to be happy for him. But instead, I&amp;#039;m spending my days alternating between daydreaming about his cute butt and hating myself for it. Awesome. "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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