“What happened with that guy? The one you met in the bar. You were all excited about him but you’re not talking. Spill it!”

Silence.

“Nadia, talk to me!” she pleaded. “I’m your best friend. We don’t have secrets.”

Nadia’s voice was strained. “Steph, I… I can’t talk about it yet. Please. Don’t harass me?”

“Harass? Whaat? I’m harassing you?” The voice on the telephone was hurt. “I thought you trusted me. I thought we were friends. What’s the deal?”

“We are friends. It’s just… I’m not ready. I need to think.”

“You already think too much. That’s your problem.”

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