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“
He
said
what
?
”
he
shouts
,
making
me
jump
.
“
Well
,
he
could
have
told
us
the
fucking
truth
.
What
’
s
his
number
?
I
need
to
call
him
…
Welch
,
this
is
a
real
fuckup
.
”
He
glances
up
and
doesn
’
t
take
his
dark
and
brooding
eyes
off
me
.
“
Find
her
,
”
he
snaps
and
presses
the
off
switch
.
I
walk
over
to
the
couch
and
collect
my
backpack
,
doing
my
best
to
ignore
him
.
I
take
the
Mac
out
of
it
and
walk
back
toward
the
kitchen
,
placing
it
carefully
on
the
breakfast
bar
,
along
with
the
BlackBerry
and
the
car
key
.
When
I
turn
to
face
him
,
he
’
s
staring
at
me
,
stupefied
with
horror
.
“
I
need
the
money
that
Taylor
got
for
my
Beetle
.
”
My
voice
is
clear
and
calm
,
devoid
of
emotion
…
extraordinary
.
“
Ana
,
I
don
’
t
want
those
things
,
they
’
re
yours
,
”
he
says
in
disbelief
.
“
Take
them
.
”
“
No
,
Christian
.
I
only
accepted
them
under
sufferance
—
and
I
don
’
t
want
them
anymore
.
”
“
Ana
,
be
reasonable
,
”
he
scolds
me
,
even
now
.
“
I
don
’
t
want
anything
that
will
remind
me
of
you
.
I
just
need
the
money
that
Taylor
got
for
my
car
.
”
My
voice
is
quite
monotone
.
He
gasps
.
“
Are
you
really
trying
to
wound
me
?
”
“
No
.
”
I
frown
,
staring
at
him
.
Of
course
not
…
I
love
you
.
“
I
’
m
not
.
I
’
m
trying
to
protect
myself
,
”
I
whisper
.
Because
you
don
’
t
want
me
the
way
I
want
you
.
“
Please
,
Ana
,
take
that
stuff
.
”
