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“
Oh
,
it
’
s
so
nice
to
hear
someone
use
your
full
name
.
”
“
Beautiful
name
for
a
beautiful
girl
,
”
Christian
murmurs
,
shaking
her
outstretched
hand
,
and
she
actually
simpers
.
Oh
,
Mom
—
et
tu
,
Brute
?
I
stand
,
gazing
up
at
him
,
imploring
him
to
answer
my
question
,
and
he
kisses
my
cheek
chastely
.
“
Laters
,
baby
,
”
he
whispers
in
my
ear
.
Then
he
’
s
gone
.
Damned
control
freak
bastard
.
My
anger
returns
in
full
force
.
I
slump
into
my
chair
and
turn
to
face
my
mother
.
“
Well
,
strike
me
down
with
a
feather
,
Ana
.
He
’
s
a
catch
.
I
don
’
t
know
what
’
s
going
on
between
you
two
though
.
I
think
you
need
to
talk
to
each
other
.
Phew
—
the
UST
in
here
,
it
’
s
unbearable
.
”
She
fans
herself
theatrically
.
“
MOM
!
”
“
Go
talk
to
him
.
”
“
I
can
’
t
.
I
came
here
to
see
you
.
”
“
Ana
,
you
came
here
because
you
’
re
confused
about
that
boy
.
It
’
s
obvious
you
two
are
crazy
about
each
other
.
You
need
to
talk
to
him
.
He
’
s
just
flown
three
-
thousand
-
odd
miles
to
see
you
,
for
heaven
’
s
sake
.
And
you
know
how
awful
it
is
to
fly
.
”
