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“Yes, and I’m really sorry, but I can’t do it”

He sat there, hisopen “Can I ask why?”

“There’s just… too much history there Too many… raounds”

He shook his head “Most kids in your position would sell their fucking soul for this chance”

“Yeah, well…” I said,off “Are there any other positions open I could interview for?”

“No,” he snapped “This is it”

“Oh… well, thank you for your tis and stood

He stood up at the saes of panic “Wait – don’t you want to think about it? Give it some time to marinate – ”

“No,” I said, and forced a sh”

“Just think about it!” he urged me

“If I change lass door to his office and backed out “Thanks again Sorry”

Then I ran down the hallway as fast as I could, and dashed into the stairwell rather than wait for the elevator

I was afraid heafter me

I was even ht talk me into it

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I stu and onto the street

I was furious

At Glen…

At myself…

At Rolling Stone…

At Fate…

…but e roommate

I whipped out my phone and dialed

“Hey, Kaitlyn, what up?” Shanna answered

“What the fuck?!” I yelled at her, loud enough that the jaded New Yorkers on the street gave me a wide berth as they hustled by

“Ohhhhhhh,” she said in that apologetic voice she used back in freshuys home in the same week “You talked to Glen, huh”

“YEAH, I talked to Glen,” I barked “What the fuck, Shanna?!”

“Look, I was just looking out for you – ”

“What, by piazine editors?”

“Oh, God, don’t be so hed

“How did the two of you meet, exactly?”

“At a party”

“Did you sleep with him?”