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“Answer me!” He almost shouted, grasping her arms and shaking her, “Can you please just answer me?”
He dug a paper out of the visor and handed her a pen. “Tell me why you’ve been following me.”
She spread the paper against the dashboard and wrote in careful lettering, ‘you taste different. I want to know why’.
“Taste different? What does that mean?” He quirked a brow curiously.
‘in my mind. you aren’t like other people’. She rubbed the pen against her nose for a second, but obviously couldn’t find a better way to put it.