" You're jealous," I said. His face went cold and remote, and I knew I should shut up, but my humiliation had been festering since the game, turning to anger, thick and oily in my veins. I couldn't stop myself. it was leaking out, contaminating everything, poisoning the one good thing I had left. "You're jealous because I actually go after what I want, and I get it. "
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