“Come on, Elle. The guy’s a total dick! You can’t expect me not to want to rip his balls off after every encounter I have with him,” I tell her, but she only sighs again. “Wendy, you know I’m totally with you on this whole thing, and I hate whoever you hate and all that, but…” “But what?” “But,” she says, leaning over to place her hands on my shoulders and looking me right in the eyes. “It’s. All. You. Talk. About. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were in love with the guy!” I recoil from her at the absurd notion. Me? Feeling anything other than complete detest towards Fitz Higgins?
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