(It happened on a Tuesday. Alyssa’s birthday dinner. Her boyfriend, Ryan, was flying in to meet the rest of us for the first time. She’d talked about him so much, I felt like I already knew him—kind, reliable, charming in that clean-cut, slightly-too-good-to-be-true kind of way. I was finishing my second glass of wine when I looked up and saw him walk into the restaurant.)
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