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“
Me
,
too
.
Men
,
”
she
says
in
mock
disgust
.
“
They
’
re
animals
.
”
We
both
laugh
.
“
You
’
re
sore
?
”
I
exclaim
.
“
Yes
…
overuse
.
”
I
giggle
.
“
Tell
me
about
Elliot
the
overuser
,
”
I
ask
when
I
’
ve
stopped
giggling
.
Oh
,
I
can
feel
myself
relaxing
for
the
first
time
since
I
was
in
line
at
the
bar
…
before
the
phone
call
that
started
all
this
—
when
I
was
admiring
Mr
.
Grey
from
afar
.
Happy
,
uncomplicated
days
.
Kate
blushes
.
Oh
my
…
Katherine
Agnes
Kavanagh
goes
all
Anastasia
Rose
Steele
on
me
.
She
gives
me
a
dewy
-
eyed
look
.
I
’
ve
never
seen
her
react
this
way
to
a
man
before
.
My
jaw
drops
to
the
floor
.
Where
’
s
Kate
;
what
have
you
done
with
her
?
“
Oh
,
Ana
,
”
she
gushes
.
“
He
’
s
just
so
…
everything
.
And
when
we
…
oh
…
really
good
.
”
She
can
hardly
string
a
sentence
together
,
she
’
s
got
it
so
bad
.
“
I
think
you
’
re
trying
to
tell
me
that
you
like
him
.
”
She
nods
,
grinning
like
a
lunatic
.
