“No,” Gibsie growled, standing firm. “We’re watching my film tonight, Claire. Mine. Me. What I pick.” He pointed a finger at her. “And you’re going to like it!” “Fine,” she huffed. “No, no, no,” Gibsie growled, frustrated. “Don’t say ‘fine.’ That’s a dangerous word when it comes out of your mouth.” “I said it’s fine, Gerard,” Claire said flatly. “Pick the film. I don’t care.” “You’re lying,” he accused. “It’s not fine and you’re going to make me suffer.” “Do what you want, Gerard.” “Stop mind-fucking me!” “Fine.” “Don’t say that.” “Fine.” “Fine!” He threw his hands up in the air. “Fucking
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