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" Went shopping with Gabby this afternoon. We both had to laugh at how much difference a year makes. Last year, I thought she was a travel writer named Diane, until she keeled over with an asthma attack and I found out in the hospital she was somebody else entirely.  &amp;quot;I was so naive then, Zach,&amp;quot; she said, as she sorted though sweaters on a rack. &amp;quot;I had no idea who I was or what I wanted to be. I actually believed I could make something of myself from your misfortune. I&amp;#039;m not that person anymore.&amp;quot;  I was glad to hear that, but confused about which person she&amp;#039;d become. Gabby seemed a little strange, a little off. Sort of jittery and on edge. At first I figured maybe she was nervous seeing me \u2014 it had been a while and we left on strange terms \u2014 but then I realized it was more than that. She was nervous seeing the world.  &amp;quot;They say it&amp;#039;s harder coming back than it is going in,&amp;quot; she said. &amp;quot;It&amp;#039;s definitely an adjustment. Do you like this?&amp;quot; She held a sweater up to my torso. I told her it was nice. Then she looked at the price and wrinkled her nose. &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;ve got so many bills to pay. So much catching up to do.&amp;quot;  We left the store and continued down the street. I asked her how she got out of serving her full tour.  &amp;quot;Voluntary discharge.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;You can do that?&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;If you kick and scream and make a total scene, sure. It also helps to be pregnant.&amp;quot;  Preg-nant? I guess you&amp;#039;re supposed to say congratulations when someone tells you that, but I was too stunned to be polite. &amp;quot;Wow. How did that happen?&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Well, someone&amp;#039;s sperm fertilizes an egg and\u2026&amp;quot; &amp;quot;I mean, with who, how, when?&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;It&amp;#039;s sort of a complicated story,&amp;quot; she said ducking into another store. &amp;quot;I didn&amp;#039;t expect it to happen. But now \u2014 I&amp;#039;m expecting.&amp;quot; She patted her belly and smiled. Then she began to well up in tears.  I put my hand on her shoulder and she turned. &amp;quot;I told myself I&amp;#039;d be strong,&amp;quot; she said. &amp;quot;It&amp;#039;s just seeing you, and this \u2014 it&amp;#039;s a lot to register. I thought about you every day I was there, Zach. I know it&amp;#039;s crazy.&amp;quot;  Suddenly I felt incredibly awkward. Was I supposed to lie and say I thought about her, too?  She continued, &amp;quot;I figured you&amp;#039;d have a girlfriend. I&amp;#039;m happy for you. She&amp;#039;s very pretty. I have to admit I&amp;#039;m sort of relieved it&amp;#039;s not that rich girl, Camomile or whatever\u2026&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Chai.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Right. This one seems more your speed.&amp;quot;  I tried to change the subject. &amp;quot;So, you didn&amp;#039;t tell me who the lucky father is,&amp;quot; I said, cheerily.  And with that, Gabby just cried some more. "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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