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I gave Megan and Dina a month or so to cool off. I assumed that once the anger faded, they would understand how everything had happened and realize there was no reason to throw away our friendship over one teeny, tiny mistake. That is the dignified way of describing it. The truth is that I felt horribly guilty and desperately wanted them to forgive me. They did not. Not everything in my life was going badly. After months of hovering around McDonald's and pretending my interest in one particular employee was merely a passionate devotion to fast food, I finally worked up the nerve to ask her out. Even then, I needed help from a girl named Becky who worked with her. Becky took pity on me and offered to find out whether the girl had any interest in dating the strange guy who kept appearing at the restaurant. Becky explained the situation in fairly direct terms. I liked her coworker, I was terrified of rejection, and without outside intervention I would probably spend the rest of my life…

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