“I don’t know what you want from me,” I said, continuing to stack pictures in a little pile on the desk. “Ditto. I mean, we have a good time together, right? We get along.” I sat back on my haunches. “We do.” “But you won’t let me in.” “You’re in. You’re standing in my basement.” “You know what I mean.”
Omg she DOES know what you mean and is playing so dumb.
