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Camille frowns, then she shakes her head.
"What?"
"The tattoo. It's mine. You came to my car, we were both drunk.-"
She cuts me off, shaking her head yet again.
"What are you saying?"
"That we had s*x that night and you got pregnant."
"No. No, I'm not. You're just saying that because... Because..."
"Because what?"
"Because this is a f*****g stupid joke. You can't go around joking about things like that."
"It's not a joke. I've wanted to tell since the first time we met-"
Her lips are quivering.
"It wasn't you. You'd have told me the truth. You wouldn't have made a fool out of me. You wouldn't have let anyone think of me as a slut who doesn't know her child's father. You wouldn't have let me get married to your friend knowing very well that we slept together."
Brent, who
