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“You told me to wait for you in the lobby,” I say quietly. “I’m sorry it made us late, but I’m not going to let that ruin our day. Are you?” He pulls the door open to the car and doesn’t answer. It’s like he’s back to his asshole ways, and I’m not having it. I’ve got enough of my own shit to handle. “Because if you are, I’d rather not go,” I say. “Thanks, though.”
