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“You remember how a few weeks ago you called me a clone?”
“Cara, I’m not interested in fighting with you.”
“This isn’t a fight. I just want to know—do you still think that about me?”
He sighed. “No.”
“Okay. Thank you. But do me a favor: how would you describe the kind of person I was until recently?”
“There’s really no point—”
“David, two nights ago you had your tongue down my throat. I think you can spare me a few minutes of conversation, don’t you think?”
Big sigh this time. “Fine.”
“So how would you have described me? Go ahead—it’s not going to hurt my feelings.” Much.
He listed them off as if he were already bored with the whole topic. “Shallow, self-absorbed, conceited, self-aggrandizing, elitist—”
“Okay, that’s enough,” I interrupted before he could really get going. “W
