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"  I&amp;#039;m pretty sure Brandon lied to me when I asked him what his mother said about us moving in together.  &amp;quot;She said she was happy for us,&amp;quot; he said. &amp;quot;Sarcastically?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;No,&amp;quot; he insisted. &amp;quot;Sincerely.&amp;quot; Except he didn&amp;#039;t actually look me in the eye when he said that. I decided to let it go, though. I can&amp;#039;t force Brandon&amp;#039;s mother to be happy about our relationship. He also got pretty cagey when I mentioned that my parents wanted to meet her when they come to visit next month\u2014he said he didn&amp;#039;t know when they were going back, etc. Whatevs. On a brighter note, Brandon is moving in on the 28th! I&amp;#039;m getting super excited. Sarah&amp;#039;s going to move her stuff out the weekend before, which I&amp;#039;m kind of sad about. I know she was never home, but I&amp;#039;m really going to miss her. I hope we still see each other a lot. After work today, Tex, Brad, Meg, Janelle and I did the happy hour thing. I have to say, even though Janelle is someone I now consider a friend, it&amp;#039;s weird having her in the group. The dynamic is different. Especially since it&amp;#039;s obvious that she and Brad are still weird with each other because of how many people she&amp;#039;s slept with.. You could have sliced up the tension in the air and served it for dessert. &amp;quot;Well guys,&amp;quot; Janelle said after about an hour, faking a yawn. &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;m wiped. It was a really busy week, and I need to go home and relax.&amp;quot; We said our goodbyes, and I turned my attention toward Brad, who was looking sheepish. &amp;quot;Seriously?&amp;quot; I asked. &amp;quot;Please tell me you are not still upset.&amp;quot;  Brad looked down.  &amp;quot;Oh my God! What is WRONG with you?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;What are you upset about?&amp;quot; Meg asked, concerned. &amp;quot;Nothing,&amp;quot; Brad mumbled. &amp;quot;He asked Janelle how many guys she&amp;#039;s slept with,&amp;quot; I tattled. &amp;quot;And now he&amp;#039;s all freaked out because apparently he&amp;#039;s a puritan.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Jesus, K.&amp;quot; he said.  &amp;quot;What? You&amp;#039;re being stupid. Maybe if Tex and Meg tell you that, you&amp;#039;ll listen.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;That is such crap!&amp;quot; Meg said angrily. &amp;quot;First of all, why would you even ask that? Second of all, when did you become Judgey McVirginpants? What the heck difference does it make? She&amp;#039;s obviously crazy about you, although I&amp;#039;m beginning to wonder why.&amp;quot; Tex was oddly silent the whole time, but I did catch him give Brad a sympathetic glance. &amp;quot;What do you think, Tex?&amp;quot; I demanded. &amp;quot;I can sort of see where Brad is coming from,&amp;quot; he mumbled. &amp;quot;Oh. My. God. You? Seriously, YOU!?&amp;quot; Meg said. &amp;quot;So would you like have a heart attack if I told you I&amp;#039;d slept with 50 guys?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Have you?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Maybe. I. Have.&amp;quot; Meg said, folding her arms. (She totally hasn&amp;#039;t, by the way.) Shortly thereafter, Meg and I went to the bathroom. &amp;quot;I have a confession to make,&amp;quot; she said while I reapplied my lip gloss. &amp;quot;I was totally jealous when Janelle and Brad started dating.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Really?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Yeah, Brad and I have always had a little bit of an attraction there, and I guess I just liked knowing that he was around and single, you know?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Yeah.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;But after hearing that crap tonight, I am so over it. Like, completely. I actually feel bad for her. Why didn&amp;#039;t she just lie?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Um, she did.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Oh. Whoa. I mean, huh.&amp;quot; When we got back to the table, Meg told Tex she wanted to go home so she could have sex with him while fantasizing about the 50 other guys she had slept with. We all laughed, and then Meg and I made Brad promise to 1) stop being an idiot and 2) go over to Janelle&amp;#039;s to apologize. "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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