“Well,” I said, “it’s not really going well anymore. I found out this morning that he bought the house I’m living in like five years ago, and he didn’t tell me.” Wes blinked slowly. “And this is a bad thing because?” “Because he lied about it. Because that means it’s not really mine, and I truly still don’t have anything of my own, and the house that was supposed to be my fresh start actually came with its own baggage.” “Okay…” Wes replied slowly. “But you’re renting it anyway, so it wouldn’t have been yours either way, right?” I worried my bottom lip. “That’s not the point. The point is that
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