“I didn’t mean for anything to happen. I felt sick about the whole thing—” “This topic is positively boring,” I sighed. “I know, let’s talk about how my husband is in bed.” She made a noise of frustration. “Stop doing this. Stop pretending you don’t care.” “You want some honest emotion from me? Fine.” The words poured from my lips without any sentiment. “I hate you. I hate you for what you did. I hate you for still doing it. And I hate you for acting as though I’m in the wrong here. You’re dead to me, Sydney. Is that enough emotion for you?” You’re dead to me. You’re dead to me. You’re dead to
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