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“Not technically, but as a for about” She sighed “I know youto be your friend here”

She forgave hih Hate i emotion and what he felt for her was barely et under his skin He counted to three “Really? You want to be my friend?”

“Is that so hard to believe? Think of all we’ve been through together It wasn’t all bad, was it?”

“You mean like when I walked into your office to see you on your knees with your ood times”

“I only did that because you made me!” She looked startled, as if she hadn’t realized what calanced around the restaurant but with the exception of an elderly lady sitting in the table next to them, no one paid them any attention

He laid down his fork “I hed “Now that’s rich”

Shetalk with my therapist the other day about you and it all came out in the open”

“You talked to a shrink,” he said slowly “About me?”

“How do you think I’ve been able to get past that disaster we called a , I ad the kind of affection I deserved You ood provider, and you were certainly no slouch in the bedrooive you that, but a woman needs more She needs to feel loved and appreciated She needs ayou are totally incapable of So, I overcoet affection elsewhere” She ed to squeeze out a tear “My therapist says I was emotionally abused by you”

Was she for real? He’d alotten how special she was

“Let ht You spent my money and fucked around on me because I made you do it?”

“You don’t have to be so crude,” she spat

“Hey, if I reht, you used to like crude A lot”

Her cheeks reddened

Okay, so noas just being a dick It ay past time for him to walk out on this conversation He stood “Thanks for an enlightening lunch Tell the realtor we’ll take the offer We’ll split the ain”