I make this sound like I think she’s an idiot even though I don’t. “Why wouldn’t I?” Even though I know the answer. “We’re friends.” She rolls her eyes. “Yeah, sure, but—” “And we don’t do jealous—” I remind her. “Are you jealous?” “Do you want me to be?” she asks, her hands on her hips. “No,” I lie. But yes. Shit. Why do I want her to be jealous?
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