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You don’t have to pretend with me, you know.’ He reaches out and tucks a strand of my hair behind my ear. His expression is so open and honest I feel it like a sucker punch. ‘I used to pretend, all the time, so I can spot it a mile away. If you’re feeling shit, then just say so. I don’t need to know the reason, it might be none of my business—’ ‘I’m feeling shit.
