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Go to bed, Effie.” She shook her head. “No, I want to keep talking to you.” “I don’t want to talk to you. Get out of my sight.” “Why?” “I am barely holding on. Get out of my sight before I do something we both regret.” She lifted her chin. “You don’t scare me.” I pushed off the chair. Walked toward her. She never wavered. She met my gaze, steady and sure. “You’re mad at yourself, not me,” she said. “Pretty sure it’s you irritating me.” “What have I done that is so irritating?” I leaned close, laying it on the line. “I can’t get your voice out of my head, Effie. I can’t stay away from you. You are all I think about. Worry over. Your opinion matters to me. I don’t usually give a fuck what anyone thinks, but your thoughts somehow have become a priority. You have gotten under my skin, and I’ll be damned if I know how to get you out.
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