“You’re sabotaging the bet,” I say. J’accuse, Winter. Anthony raises an eyebrow. “Sabotaging the bet?” “You collect porcelain dolls?” “They have a separate room in my apartment,” he deadpans. “You lied.” He leans back in the chair. “Yes, I did.” “That goes against the bet. If you’re to get the true Opate experience, you can’t deliberately undermine yourself on dates.” “I have to be on my best behavior?” “Yes. Don’t be anything other than what you are. If you keep sabotaging, well…” “You won’t admit I won the bet fairly,” he says. “Is that it?” “Yes.” “Fine. I won’t sabotage any more of the
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