You’ve had a wasted trip I snapped. I’m living in the place. I know the score.
He shrugged, trying to smile.
Quite the detective. As always.
Yeah, look where that got me. Finding out your little secrets.
He wouldn’t meet my eyes.
What did you expect? I didn’t promise you anything.
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