“What about everything else?” I ask. “What everything else?” he says. “Lessons? We can still go to our lessons.” “No,” I growl. “You know what everything else.” I think of the last seven years of my life. Of every empty threat he’s made—and every full one. “You want me to work on this with you, but . . . you also want to push me down the stairs.” “Fine. I promise not to push you down the stairs until we solve this.” “I’m serious,” I say. “I can’t help you if you’re setting me up all the time.” He sneers. “Do you think this is a setup? That I brought my mother back from the dead to fuck with
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