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“Hank, this has got to stop,” she de her ankle in a counterclockwise fashion

“Why?”

“You knohy”

“Because of the accident?” A beat later he said, “Julie, Duke and I fucked up We’ve talked about it We realize how much we hurt you, but just because we let you down once, doesn’t e”

“We’ve all changed,” she bit out

“I’reed “But I still look at you and knohen you look at s I do”

“And ould that be?”

“Love, sincerity, co he could keep the list rolling for a day and a half, maybe two

“History,” she grumbled “And what about the past, hotten about the last days we spent together?”

“I haven’t I res ended”

“I do, too, Hank And would you like for led her jaorking out an apparent lock Then, she said, “I reood-bye, and how you didn’t bother to look for me A month later—no, it wasn’t even abeside you From what I understand, she spent several days next to you In fact, you almost married her”

“Annie,” he deadpanned

“No, my name is Julie”

“No,” he said, shaking his head “Her nae Whoever told you such a story only wanted to stir trouble They didn’t have a clue horong they were”

“I don’t give a damn, Hank I really don’t All I know is that it didn’t take you or Duke very long to find someone else”