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... eyes struck something raw in his chest.
"Just what are you talking about? Hate myself? When did I ever say that...?"
He swung his legs off the bed and stood, facing her with a confused, complicated look.
"...Are you seriously going to pretend?"
"Pretend what, exactly?"
He didn’t understand.
Wasn’t she being unreasonable—suddenly assuming something like that about him? When had he ever given the impression that he hated himself?
Yet Jasmine ...
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