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My brows lifted. “What are you talking about now? Cheated…?” I asked irritably. “You are not making any sense.”
Her face scrunched in an effort to hold back the tears that threatened to spill over. She lifted her chin and blinked hard.
“Well, so sorry,” she drawled, “if I’ve lost my edge of clinical objectively, but I’ve never been in this situation before.”
“And you think I have?”
“Yes, I get it. You don’t need to spell it out.” She had been slow, but the penny had finally dropped. She knew why I was acting this way. “You th
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