White hot anger shot through me at her words. “Who the fuck is mean to you?” I said with that growl back in my voice now. She frowned up at my left ear as if confused by my words. “Mr. Mayweather—” “Mike,” I corrected her. “Er… Mike.” Hearing my name on her lips was something I didn’t realise I needed until that very moment, but it shot through me like a knife. “I can be an exceptionally annoying person. I don’t read people well, and I very often insult people. Thus, people are inevitably… well, mean. It’s not a—” She broke off as I took another step towards her, saying in a low voice,
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