''You can say that you love me, but do you mean it? I dare you. I dare you to show me that you love me. Then she started crying. Or more accurately she started to try not to cry and failed abysmally. Each and every tear was a tear of resentment. She didn't want them shed for me. She didn't want them wasted.''
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