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Back when I was 24 years old, I was working in a dead-end inside sales job and occasionally hooking up with a coworker we'll call "Christy". She was a petite Filipina whom I liked more as a friend than as a potential serious partner, and the feeling was mutual. For several months we carried out about as clean and efficient of a FWB relationship as two coworkers could have, keeping our gossipy coworkers off our scent. We were both the same age and experiencing similar bouts of confusion and...