“You’re acting like you don’t even care. After all this time. You act like I haven’t known you for four years.” “Do you really know me?” he snapped defensively, his eyes narrowing. “Do we really know each other?” “I guess you’re right,” I sputtered. “I really don’t know who the fuck you are. Two weeks ago you were telling me you loved me.” “Things change,” he repeated. “And you have no explanation for why?” “No.” His tone was clipped and curt. There was a trace of satisfaction in his voice, like he was glad to be inflicting this pain on me. Like I was a stupid, useless pawn. “Something about
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