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Hate Magic

Cain.

"What're you doing?" I ask when he stops the van barely an hour since we've left the club, clearly without getting any clues. He nods his head, gesturing that I should look out and through the window by my side. 'DiaDishes'?

What does that explain?

"They're still open. Let's have dinner. "Oh, dinner? Of all things? Should I remind him we've just left the party without getting any hint and he puts all blame on me when it's clearly because he didn't want me to know everything? So unbelievable.

"I'm not eating. " I tell him, refusing to make any movement or reaction and I hear him exhale.

"Are you still angry, Cain?" Still angry? I'm furious! But it's being none of my business. I inhale and turn to him, my eyes open widely at him, "Can't I say I'm not hungry? I can't force you to do things that you don't want to do, Jude. What makes you think you can do the opposite to me? "I roll my eyes away from him and make to lean back against the headrest but he holds my wrist, his slende
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