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She sits a bit stiller. There's no twitch of her fingers against the table or idle lick of her lip to test the puffiness of her bruise. He mentions she was here before — it wasn't the first time someone's said such things. It sucks, confuses her and puts her at a disadvantage. So, she deflects. ]

Noooope. Unless we shared a bed or screwed each other over on cash, does it even matter? [ Especially in this state. ] I won't forget again, though. Trust me on that.