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“You’re putting up with so much crap from her and running to LA for all of this,” I retort. “How can she say that you’re not invested?”
“You really want to know?” He looks at me warily. “You never ask about any of this.” He watches me carefully. I bite on my lip, and twirl my hair nervously, everything in me wanting to push this topic away and clamp shut, but the way he’s looking at me stills me
