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As she spoke, Chloe’s tone drifted from contrition into wounded grievance. Without even realizing she’d veered off course, she continued to ramble: "You’re so self-righteous. You aren’t me, so how can you possibly know what I’m thinking? You’re always guessing my intentions and getting it wrong. And once you’ve misunderstood me, you refuse to listen to a single word of explanation