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" On Friday night, Jackson, Kerry, and I ordered pizza and huge (and very yummy) tomato salads from Joe&amp;#039;s Pizza and stayed in to watch movies. It was Kerry&amp;#039;s choice, and she chose a doubleheader, two Woody Allen movies \u2014 Manhattan and Annie Hall. We decided to watch Manhattan first.  Annie Hall is one of my favorites, and I was looking forward to watching it again, but I had never loved Manhattan so much until we were all watching it together. Maybe it was something about actually being in Manhattan and seeing it, but it was quickly climbing the charts as one of the best movies I had seen in a long time. I loved it. And maybe it was just hormones, but I started crying during the last scene.  And, right as the credits started to roll, the doorbell rang. I looked at the kids, wondering if they had any idea who it was.  Jackson turned to me. &amp;quot;Oh, I forgot. Sam said he might stop by on the way home from work. Maybe it&amp;#039;s him.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Jackson, you can&amp;#039;t be inviting people over here so late.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;It&amp;#039;s not people! It&amp;#039;s Sam.&amp;quot;  He stood up to get the door, taking off in a sprint.  &amp;quot;Don&amp;#039;t open it, until you ask who it is!&amp;quot; I called out after him.  I took a deep breath, hoping it was Sam, and hoping it wasn&amp;#039;t. I knew I was starting to sound like a broken record in what I was telling myself, but my inner voice reminded me again anyway: I don&amp;#039;t need any romantic complications right now.  Only something about my conversation with Josh last week had forced me to take a look at what was going on inside of me, whether I was willing to do anything about it or not, and this was the truth of the situation: I did have strong feelings for Sam, and maybe I always have.  I didn&amp;#039;t feel guilty knowing that. First of all, Susan seemed really into the new guy, Zach or Bill or whoever he was. So maybe that part of all of it was okay. And Sam was wonderful to me.  I just felt guilty when I imagined moving forward into something. How could the timing possibly be worse?  &amp;quot;Hey there.&amp;quot;  I looked up to see Sam standing over the couch in a food-stained T-shirt and ripped jeans, a blue bandanna on his head. He looked adorable, and he was holding a layer cake in his hands.  &amp;quot;I brought you guys a chocolate chip cake from the restaurant,&amp;quot; he said. &amp;quot;Fresh out of the oven.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Awesome!&amp;quot; Kerry jumped up to bring it into the kitchen, Jackson following behind her.  Sam laughed. &amp;quot;We&amp;#039;ll be there in a second, guys,&amp;quot; he said, taking a seat next to me. Then he put his arm around me \u2014 more friendly than romantic \u2014 but I immediately melted against him.  &amp;quot;How are we feeling today?&amp;quot; he asked.  &amp;quot;Pretty good.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Are those tears of happiness, I hope?&amp;quot; He was joking around, and I started to laugh.  &amp;quot;Those are tears of Woody Allen,&amp;quot; I said.  &amp;quot;Manhattan?&amp;quot; he said.  &amp;quot;How did you know? You love it too?&amp;quot;  He held up the DVD case. &amp;quot;Yes, actually, but I can&amp;#039;t take credit for guessing.&amp;quot;  I started laughing more. &amp;quot;You&amp;#039;re a dork,&amp;quot; I said.  He laughed. &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;m a dork? You&amp;#039;ve been spending too much time with Jackson and Kerry.&amp;quot;  I smiled. &amp;quot;No such thing.&amp;quot;  He smiled back. &amp;quot;You seem good today.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;I am,&amp;quot; I said. &amp;quot;You?&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Better now.&amp;quot;  I felt myself starting to blush and reached to pick a pepper off the pizza. &amp;quot;You feel like sticking around for Annie Hall?&amp;quot;  He nodded. &amp;quot;Absolutely.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Excellent,&amp;quot; I said, just as the kids came back in the room with slices of cake for all of us, mine the biggest.  Kerry handed it over. &amp;quot;You need it for energy,&amp;quot; she said.  I happily took it, making room for everyone on the couch. &amp;quot;You&amp;#039;re not kidding. I may even need seconds!&amp;quot; I said. "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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