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weird. Remember me telling you about my best friend Marie?" I nodded. "This is her sister's dental practice. She actually used to work here as the office manager."
    I looked away from Shawn's questioning stare when Serena came into the front office.
    "Hey Shawn." Serena gave him a big hug. She always thought of Shawn as a little brother. "Are you harassing my new employee?" She winked at Shawn.
    "No, I'm not harassing Marc. Actually," A blush crept up his cheeks, "we met the other night."
    "Oh. Enough said." Serena looked at Shawn then back to me. "Hey Marc, we were going to get some lunch, would you like to join us?"
    My heart swelled and if I had been alone, I probably would have started to cry again. "Are you sure? I don't want to intrude." I nibbled on my lip while I waited for her answer. I really wanted to go but I also didn't want to mess 70
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    "You won't be." Serena smiled. "We're used to being a trio not a duo. Maybe you'll bring better conversation to the table than Thor here."
    I held back my giggle at the nickname my sister had given Shawn years ago. I agreed and had lunch with them.
    It was nice, just like old times. The only difference was I had to sit there and listen to all the embarrassing stories these two liked to tell people. Nothing like hearing about all my personal goof-ups in life like laughing so hard I peed my pants, tripping going across the stage at graduation, or walking out of the restroom with toilet paper stuck to the bottom of my shoe.
    It was hard not to get upset knowing that they were telling someone they just met all this crap. But what kept me from losing my cool was that when they talked about me they smiled, they laughed, and they remembered the good times. It was nice to see. So if it meant all my flaws were brought out into the open, so be it. They were having fun and deep down so was I.
    After we finished lunch, Shawn left from the
    restaurant. He promised to call me later. Serena drove back to the office and insisted I go home. Said that the mess could wait until tomorrow. My toes curled at the thought but she was the boss and what she said goes.

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    "How was your first day?"
    I walked into my apartment to see Ross making
    dinner. Angel man was very domestic. I entered the kitchen to see what the little wifey was cooking.
    "I heard that."
    I jumped back as Ross swatted at my butt with his wooden spoon. "Serves you right, you keep forgetting boundaries, my friend."
    Ross rolled his eyes. "Hard habit to break." He removed his pot of spaghetti from the stove and drained the water. "So, did everything go good today?"
    I watched as he stirred the sauce and pulled the bread from the oven. "Yes, it went really good actually, but I get the feeling you already know that."
    Ross peeked over his shoulder at me. "I do. The perks of being an angel."
    I snagged a bread stick out of the basket Ross had set on the counter. "I have to say, nice touch with making sure I was the only one who applied."
    "I know, right?" Ross chuckled.
    I sat at the table, tearing apart the bread in my hand.
    "Hey Ross, can I ask you something?"

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    "Sure."
    "I know you said that you worked your magic so they didn't get the full familiarity with my face but they both have asked if we had met before. Is that normal?"
    Ross turned around and leaned against the counter.
    "Well, yes it is. See, I can hide your appearance a little bit from them so they aren't totally freaked out by the similarity in looks. However, I can't modify personality and mannerisms. Plus, you are the same person. So the friendship and love you felt for them before and them for you is still there. It's an unbreakable bond. Do you understand?"
    I did, but it didn't make me feel any less of a liar.
    The need to tell them the truth was eating me up inside. All these half-truths would catch up with me, then