"Bailey, Bailey, Bailey," he says, head rolling back and forth on his headrest. "Why do you hate me?" "I don't hate you, Dr. Russell." he groans like he's in pain as he redirects his gaze out the windshield. "My name is Matt. I don't know why you insist on-" "Okay, okay." I'm quick to appease him. "Matt." He sighs. "Say it again, slower."

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Romance has taken the back seat in my life- no, worse: romance has become those aluminum cans trailing by strings behind my car.

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