‘This is so you,’ Reuben said. ‘What is?’ ‘You always think your pain is the most painful. You always think it’s uniquely awful.’ I stared back at him mutely (even then aware of how my face became prettier in vacancy, even then parting my lips and sweetly widening my eyes in surprise). He laughed. ‘It’s fine. I’m not giving out. I know you; I know this is what you’re like. It’s just – you’ve barely asked about me. You have no idea what’s going on in my life. You never really have.’ ‘Tell me,’ I said, face moving closer. ‘No! I’m not going to list all the things wrong with my life so you can
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