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depressed. Even suicidal. Instead, her coping mechanism was to shut down from all reality, becoming crippled with a bevy of psychological disorders. It was no picnic, that’s for sure.
    She’d blamed Andrew at first – going through the stages of grief. Although, to be fair, and with the help of her psychiatrist, she realized that Andrew had no way of knowing that falling out of love with her could bring on such a catastrophic event.
    And it didn’t matter anymore. She lived through it – earning her stripes - learned how to cope, took her prescribed medications, and vowed never to go through it again.
    Love was not worth it in her book. Sasha would never again put herself in a position where she loved someone so deeply that she lost a grip on herself. Or on reality.
    Sasha’s fingers tapped on the desk, a nervous clack, clack, clack rhythm she unconsciously drummed on the wood surface. Her knee-jerk reaction was to reply to Jackson’s email with a briskly worded, snappy and snarky comeback. To beat him at his own game. To ruffle his ever-so-calm feathers.
    Instead, she took a deep breath and counted to ten before shutting down her computer. No, she was not going to take the bait. That’s exactly what Jackson would expect her to do.
    Smiling to herself, she decided the better way at getting back at him was to leave him hanging the entire weekend. It would only stroke his ego if she replied right away, anyhow. And looking at the time, she would not give him the satisfaction of knowing she had nothing better to do on a Friday night at nine-thirty p.m.
    Even if she didn’t have anything better to do. Getting up from her desk, she walked into her kitchen, opening her freezer door, pulling out the mint cookie crisp ice cream container. The first bite almost had her climaxing. It was that good.
    Kind of like sex with Jackson .
    That’s just craptastic. All roads led back to him – even a half gallon of ice cream got her revved up. The way his hands ran the length of her body. His mouth finding that spot just underneath her ear, sending ripples of pleasure down her spine. His thick, hard…
    Her phone chimed from her kitchen counter, prompting her to lose the image of Jackson, bringing her back to the present. With a frustrated groan, she picked up the phone to see what it was about.
    A text from Mark Olsen, her other bestie, who was currently in his second year tour of Doctors-Without-Borders in Ghana. He had impeccable timing, probably sensing even from three-thousand miles away her need for some cheering up.
    Mark: Hey. How’s my sassy, man-eating, Jew princess bff?
    Sasha: Bite me, dickhead. I’m eating a pint of ice cream by myself on a Friday night. How do you think I am?
    Just then, her phone display indicated an incoming FaceTime chat from Mark. Reluctantly setting down the ice cream tub and spoon, she pressed Accept.
    Mark’s bright, friendly smile filled the screen, making her simultaneously happy and sad. God, how she missed that man. Since meeting him in college, Mark never failed to be there for her, during her darkest hours or her greatest triumphs in life.
    “Hey sweetie. How’s my girl?”
    The connection was a bit warbley, but that was to be expected. He was in a third-world country, fighting off disease and death. The depressing thought immediately had her cursing herself for being so self-centered. She made a mental note that she was going to donate to the One campaign first thing on Monday.
    “Well, don’t you look all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. You finally getting laid?” she quirked her eyebrows, giving him a knowing smirk. “That cute little British doctor giving you some much needed oral medical attention? I was getting worried for you because I hear blue-balls can cause blindness.”
    He threw his head back in laughter. The sound was music to her ears.
    “I plead the fifth. But Elise is brilliant, in every way.”
    “Oh my God. Are you blushing, Mr. Olsen? My, my, my. There’s a