"think about this, max," i tell her gently.
"ive thought about it. its all i think about, dont you get it?"
i shake my head, "no, i dont. help me out here."
she runs her hair through her bangs, something she does a lot, "its best if you just leave, wyatt. just go," she points to the door.
i realize something at this point. shes not scared.
i shake my head again, "that's not gonna happen, and you know that."
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