“I tried to talk it out with her, but she wasn’t having it, lad. She didn’t want to hear a word I had to say.” “What did you try and tell her?” “The truth?” I offered wearily. “That I’m leaving in a couple of months and can’t commit to her.” “You’re a little stupid for a genius, aren’t ya?” Gibsie mused. I turned to glare at him. “Excuse me?” “You drive her home multiple times, you take her out to the pub, to the cinema, you bring her home to your house—twice—and then she kisses you, and you reject her,” he shot back. “What did you expect her to do? Sit there and listen to it?” “I did not
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