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"What are you—?"
"Don’t deny it." She cuts me off, stomping one bare foot against the floor like a petulant child. "On the way back you didn’t say anything to me. You kept your distance."
"It was something you requested before," I defend myself.
"When we got back you didn’t mock or tease me, you just left." Her voice pitches higher, indignant, and she throws her hands up dramatically. "You just left. Like I wasn’t even there."
"You’ve made it clear how much y ...
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