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A firm stance on the nature of our relationship. That’s what I needed to make. But how could I make a “firm stance” on something that was shaky at best?
We didn't exactly have a "typical" relationship. This wasn't your basic "we're from two different worlds" or "love triangle" kind of situation. His "world" was several different worlds, and I'd say this relationship was shaped a lot more like a web than it was a "triangle." Maybe that's why I felt so trapped right now.
"What’s the big deal?" Victor huffed, crossing his arms. "I remember enough about you to know you've done things like this before. So what's the problem?"
"The problem is you're sick."
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