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“You kept staring at her!” Anastasia yells.

I approach carefully and pause behind the corner.

“What the hell are you talking about?”

Dominic asks, voice even, which seems to drive her crazy.

“You did! You kept looking at her! Do you think I didn’t notice? Everyone did. “

“You are exaggerating. “

“ ME? EXAGGERATING? And what was all this talking about art and shit? “

“What?”

“You heard me, “ she keeps yelling, “Since when do you care about this stuff?”

“Always, “

he says, his voice is still well-controlled. “I was just never able to talk to you about this.

“AAA GGGHH!”

Anastasia exclaims, then continues complaining.

“What the hell is up to you?”

she goes on , “It’s like you are an entirely different person since we came to this stupid place!”

“I never asked you to come with me . “

He says, lightly and - I assume- she kicks something.

“I want to leave!”

Anastasia yells “I don’t want to be here! I HATE this fuckign place. I HAVE everyone here, and their…. everything, I hat
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