Camille:   Beyond my anger, I could tell he was right to some degree and that pissed me off even more. I kept trying the door to leave, tired of being disrespected or more rightly, being called out by him.   Daniel kept his hand on the central lock, making sure the door wasn’t open for the second needed for me to open the door and make a run for it. However, I could see his smile die down and a disillusioned expression take its place. I could tell this wasn’t going the way he planned.   He sighed.   “Okay. I apologize for calling you crazy,” he said, and for a moment, I stopped struggling with the door. “I meant to say childish instead.”   A fresh wave of anger enveloped me. Somehow being called childish was more insulting than being called crazy. At least, ‘crazy’ could somehow be spun around to mean sexy, but ‘childish’, well, childish was childish. If he considered me childish then there was a serious problem.   In that split second where he realized he had messed up by calli
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