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He’s bitterly angry with me. It’s obvious from his tone. That hurts so much, I find it hard to say what I know I have to say. But if I let this thing between us go any further, I’ll hate myself. I can’t drag him down with me. I have to cut the cord before it’s too late. In a flat, emotionless voice, I set him loose. “It’s not your business what I can or can’t do. Why do I have to keep explaining this to you? There’s nothing between us, Connor. We have nothing in common. I thought we were both adults, on the same page about our agreement, but I have to admit I totally regret it, because it’s given you some kind of bullshit idea that you’re entitled to an opinion about the choices I make.” I gather my courage, take a deep breath, and turn to look at him. “Stop trying to convince yourself
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