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“Just what?” he asks, propping his chin on his hands. “Just a lifelong passion?” He smiles, all angelic and shit, but I know better.

“Just a hobby,” I say, even though the words feel like a betrayal to some growing seed buried deep inside me.

He tilts his head to one side, then the other, as if he’s trying to use the light to better see through my bullshit. “For such a confident woman