“You shouldn’t be talking to guys like that.” “Guys like what?” I spit out in response. “Hot guys? German guys? Guys who learn a girl plays soccer—sorry, football—and start going on and on about how incredible Adler Beck is? You’re going to need to be more specific.” He raises one eyebrow. “You were talking about me?” “You done being jealous?” “I’m not jealous.” “You’re mad at me for talking to another guy. That is the textbook definition of jealousy.” “You’re in a strange city and you know two German words. Leaving with some random guy is stupider than playing with a bad knee.” “I can take
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