even showing me all of those parts of yourself weren’t enough.” “Enough to what?” he snarled. “Enough to change the way I see you. To make me hate you any less.” He flinched minutely at my guess, just enough for me to think I was right about it. “But the bit I’ve been struggling to figure out, Darius, is why do you give a shit what I think about you? Shouldn’t you want me to hate you like I do? Why are you so damn obsessed with me?” “I’m not obsessed with you,” he snapped. “I just want to get rid of you. And I want to sit in this seat. So move.” I half considered fighting him over the chair,
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