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In the living room, Summer and Dina sat on the couch, speaking in quiet voices. 

“Summer, you’re my best friend. But I never expected this. What do I say to this? I… I’m with Bob!” Dina was saying.

“I know, I know. I’m so sorry. I just couldn’t keep it to myself anymore, Dina. Watching you two together is torture. I know that you might not feel the same, but I really couldn’t keep it in anymore. I needed to know if there was any chance you might feel the same.” Summer looked miserable.

“I… Oh gosh, Summer, I don’t know! This is all so confusing!”

“That’s… not a no.”

“No, it’s not. But it’s not a yes either! It’s an ‘I don’t know!’ Because I don’t. I really care about Bob, I do. The last thing I want to do is hurt him. I don’t want to hurt anyone!”

Summer nodded. “I understand. Bob’s my friend, too, you know,” she said, and excused herself to the bathroom.