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josephine looked down. âand you couldnât accept that i wasnât like her.â she said quietly. âyou just wouldnât give me the chance to prove i wasnât.â she shook her head and looked down. âanyway itâs the past right? we shouldnât dwell on it.â she kept her eyes on the ground.Â
As much as she was right he didnât exactly enjoy it being thrown at his face, especially when heâd had a busy day and he was just exhausted. âAnd you have this nasty habit of throwing shit back in my faceâ he retorted sharply âbut hey, itâs just in the past right?â.


















