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“I know.”
“If you hate it, we burn it.”
“You are very committed to fire.”
“It solves things.”
“So does communication.”
“Less satisfying.”
I stand.
Bitter stands too.
I slip the support vest on.
It fits.
Of course it does.
I turn once.
“Well?”
His face changes, something rough and open moving through it.
“You chose it.”
“Yes.”
His voice drops.
“You choosing me?”
I step closer.
“I've been choosing you for three months.”
“I know.”
“You just wanted a dramatic leather moment.”
“Maybe.”
I put my hands on his chest.
“You know this doesn't mean you own me.”
“Yeah.”
“You know if you ever act like it does, I am giving Sheriff your social security number.”
His face goes pale.
“Cruel.”
“Effective.”
