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Once More With Feeling.

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“Do you have any news?”

Marc shook his head as he flipped open his take-out container. “Not really. I keep hearing conflicting reports.”

“Yeah, me too,” I sighed. “I mean, it could be as early as mid-March, late as June. That’s what I’ve heard.”

“What a fuckshow,” he said and then dug into his tiramisu.

One of our office mates joined us in the conference room. “So when do you think the next round of layoffs is coming?”

Marc and I gave each other the side-eye. “Who knows?” I said airily. Marc became engrossed in his dessert and I became entranced with the snowfall outside our Park Avenue window. The room became heavily silent.

Our coworker left, knowing she wasn’t going to infiltrate this meeting.

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Epilogue.

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“Oh. So, listen to this,” I said, as I tore off a piece of crust. I like to eat that part first.

“What?” asked Thalia.

It was Saturday night and she and Sean were over for one of our catch-ups. Usually I will (attempt to) cook on these nights but since I was still reeling from the previous week’s breakdown, we decided to just order in pizza.

“I was right.”

“Right about what?” asked Sean. He wasn’t looking at me and was engrossed in rolling his pizza slice into a manageable proportion.

“Right about Jonathan. He didn’t get back together with his ex-girlfriend after all.”

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Hurricane Crazy.

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I must have stared at that damn text for three minutes.

At first I thought it must have been from someone else and I’d clicked on it, mistakenly thinking it was from him.

But after blinking at it and staring at it until the message started to blur, it sunk in that yes, it really was from Jonathan. Saying he was getting back together with his ex-girlfriend.
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Repeat Performance.

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“You’ve run out of chances, Tracey. This is it.”

“I know,” I said in a small voice.

“The next time you do this, the next time you say you’re out, I’m going to take you at your word.”

“I know,” I said quickly. “And I promise, promise it won’t happen again.”
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Business As Usual.

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“So, have you been sssssssexting?”

“What?” I was engrossed in RJ’s credit card statement, trying to reconcile his expenses.

“Sssssssexting,” Archie said again. He leaned over my office cube wall. “You and Jonathan. Have you been sssssssexting?”

I looked up at him. “Why are you saying it like that?”

“Because it makes it sound ssssssssexy.”

I squinted at him. “Are you drunk right now?”
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A Brief Pause.

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“Guess what, RJ??” I said, as I skipped into his office.

He looked up from his computer. “What’s up, Trace?”

“Well, I know you like to be kept up-to-date on all things Blog,” I said, as I settled into his guest chair.

“That’s true,” he said. “I do.”

We both laughed then. RJ doesn’t read my blog. This is totally fine, of course. The one time he did, he randomly chose Sanity in Sweat, which is one of my more, um, personal and, er, embarrassing posts. After he’d read it, all he said was, “Wow. I didn’t realize you were such an avid reader.” And then, “And so hungover all the time.”

“Thanks!” I’d replied cheerfully.

He didn’t read any other posts after that.

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