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I spit the question at him venomously, unable to control the outburst of shocked pain that hits me and bubbles forth, and the strained tone in my voice betraying the instant hurt. Like a stab to the chest as those words filter through my brain and I realise that I’ve been living in a fantasy land and forgetting exactly who this arsehole really is.

A date! A fucking date with a fucking woman

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