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"
I
’
m
not
quite
that
delicate
,
"
I
said
,
but
I
pulled
the
jacket
onto
my
lap
,
pushing
my
arms
through
the
too
-
long
sleeves
,
curious
to
see
if
the
scent
could
possibly
be
as
good
as
I
remembered
.
It
was
better
.
"
Aren
’
t
you
?
"
he
contradicted
in
a
voice
so
low
I
wasn
’
t
sure
if
he
meant
for
me
to
hear
.
We
drove
through
the
fog
-
shrouded
streets
,
always
too
fast
,
feeling
awkward
.
I
was
,
at
least
.
Last
night
all
the
walls
were
down
.
.
.
almost
all
.
I
didn
’
t
know
if
we
were
still
being
as
candid
today
.
It
left
me
tongue
-
tied
.
I
waited
for
him
to
speak
.
He
turned
to
smirk
at
me
.
"
What
,
no
twenty
questions
today
?
"
"
Do
my
questions
bother
you
?
"
I
asked
,
relieved
.
"
Not
as
much
as
your
reactions
do
.
"
He
looked
like
he
was
joking
,
but
I
couldn
’
t
be
sure
.
I
frowned
.
"
Do
I
react
badly
?
"
"
No
,
that
’
s
the
problem
.
You
take
everything
so
coolly
-
it
’
s
unnatural
.
It
makes
me
wonder
what
you
’
re
really
thinking
.
"
"
I
always
tell
you
what
I
’
m
really
thinking
.
"
