MAFIA'S ANGEL
I hissed.
"Yes, you are!" he insisted. "Trust me, I'd never lie to you abo—"
"But you did, many times," I said, cutting him off.
He clenched his jaw at my words and said stiffly, "That was in the past."
"Yeah, you're exactly right. The past," I said, leaning back in my chair. "It is in the past, and I am over the past now."
"No, you're not," he shook his head.
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