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When you tell Michael that you love him. —
"Why are you doing this." Michael asks. "Doing what?"
"Being so nice to me. Because of me you lost your job, because of me you almost got killed. You shouldn't be so nice to me. I don't deserve it. It's okay to be mad."
You take a step closer and place your hand on his left cheek. You softly stroke it.
"Because some how, even after everything that happened... I think-I think I love you."
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