I watched her for a beat, the silence in the dining room stretching. I could practically hear the gears grinding in her head as she processed my words. Her mouth flew open, a small gasp escaping her lips. "Trash?""Well, yeah," I said, my voice airy, almost bored. I took a slow, deliberate sip of my water. "Casmir was trash, and you dated him. I guess none of us are perfect, so I don’t judge you for falling for a lowlife like him. We all have our lapses in judgment, don't we?"She looked at me with a dazed expression, her eyes wide as if she were seeing a stranger. I could see her trying to calculate whether I had just insulted her or if I was simply being honest in that fragile, broken way she expected from me. I didn't give her the satisfaction of looking away, I just smiled and continued to pick at my food."Well, he... he continued to ask me out," she started, her voice hurried as she tried to weave a defense. "I didn't want to, at first, but he was so persistent, and I thought may
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