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“
Well
,
look
at
you
.
I
can
’
t
make
you
happy
.
”
His
voice
is
anguished
.
“
But
you
do
make
me
happy
.
”
I
frown
.
“
Not
at
the
moment
,
not
doing
what
I
want
to
do
.
”
Holy
fuck
.
This
really
is
it
.
This
is
what
it
boils
down
to
—
incompatibility
—
and
all
those
poor
subs
come
to
mind
.
“
We
’
ll
never
get
past
that
,
will
we
?
”
I
whisper
,
my
scalp
prickling
in
fear
.
He
shakes
his
head
bleakly
.
I
close
my
eyes
.
I
cannot
bear
to
look
at
him
.
“
Well
…
I
’
d
better
go
,
then
,
”
I
murmur
,
wincing
as
I
sit
up
.
“
No
,
don
’
t
go
.
”
He
sounds
panicked
.
“
There
’
s
no
point
in
me
staying
.
”
Suddenly
,
I
feel
tired
,
really
dog
-
tired
,
and
I
want
to
go
now
.
I
climb
out
of
bed
,
and
Christian
follows
.
“
I
’
m
going
to
get
dressed
.
I
’
d
like
some
privacy
,
”
I
say
,
my
voice
flat
and
empty
as
I
leave
him
standing
in
the
bedroom
.
