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What did I even do to Claire?

For the rest of the day, she gave me one-worded answers.

"Hey, what's today's homework?" I asked. She shrugged.

"Maths and Science." she replied.

At least it wasn't one word.

"Look, C, what's your frickin' problem?" I exploded.

I was so tired of her short replies.

"You! It's always you. You make me so mad." she said.

"Look, Claire, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you mad." I apologised.

She huffed. "It's the same line, Javier. It's always that same line." I sighed.

"What do you want then? A make-up dinner? A prezzie?" I asked.

She huffed again. "You just don't get it, do you?" I need space, pronto." 

"Okay, Claire, I'll give you space," I said, stepping back.

"I don't want to see you." she said and walked away.

Claire and I had a few arguments before, but this was new.

She didn't just walk off like that.

What had happened to us?

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