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“
I
don
’
t
think
so
,
not
like
that
.
”
He
frowns
as
if
he
hasn
’
t
thought
about
the
idea
.
“
I
keep
telling
you
it
was
a
long
time
ago
.
It
’
s
in
the
past
.
I
couldn
’
t
change
it
even
if
I
wanted
to
,
which
I
don
’
t
.
She
saved
me
from
myself
.
”
He
’
s
exasperated
and
runs
a
wet
hand
through
his
hair
.
“
I
’
ve
never
discussed
this
with
anyone
.
”
He
pauses
.
“
Except
Dr
.
Flynn
,
of
course
.
And
the
only
reason
I
’
m
talking
about
this
now
,
to
you
,
is
because
I
want
you
to
trust
me
.
”
“
I
do
trust
you
,
but
I
do
want
to
know
you
better
,
and
whenever
I
try
to
talk
to
you
,
you
distract
me
.
There
’
s
so
much
I
want
to
know
.
”
“
Oh
,
for
pity
’
s
sake
,
Anastasia
.
What
do
you
want
to
know
?
What
do
I
have
to
do
?
”
His
eyes
blaze
,
and
though
he
doesn
’
t
raise
his
voice
,
I
know
he
’
s
trying
to
rein
in
his
temper
.
I
glance
down
at
my
hands
,
clear
beneath
the
water
as
the
bubbles
have
started
to
disperse
.
“
I
’
m
just
trying
to
understand
;
you
’
re
such
an
enigma
.
Unlike
anyone
I
’
ve
met
before
.
I
’
m
glad
you
’
re
telling
me
what
I
want
to
know
.
”
Jeez
—
maybe
it
’
s
the
Cosmopolitans
making
me
brave
,
but
suddenly
I
cannot
bear
the
distance
between
us
.
I
move
through
the
water
to
his
side
and
lean
against
him
so
we
’
re
touching
,
skin
to
skin
.
He
tenses
and
eyes
me
warily
,
as
if
I
might
bite
.
Well
,
that
’
s
a
turnaround
.
My
inner
goddess
gazes
at
him
in
quiet
,
surprised
speculation
.
“
Please
don
’
t
be
angry
with
me
,
”
I
whisper
.
“
I
am
not
angry
with
you
,
Anastasia
.
I
’
m
just
not
used
to
this
kind
of
talking
—
this
probing
.
I
only
have
this
with
Dr
.
Flynn
and
with
—
”
He
stops
and
frowns
.
“
With
her
.
Mrs
.
Robinson
.
You
talk
to
her
?
”
I
prompt
,
trying
to
rein
in
my
own
temper
.
