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A sad smile appeared on my face. "Why are you doing this to me? Why do you make me think you like me and then another second you hate me?"

He sighed tugging a hand at his hair. "I don't know, but you aren't being straight with me either."

I groaned getting agitated. "Just tell me what you're thinking. Tell me what you want to happen."

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