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“Answer the question, please,” he fires back. “Are you upset by the breakup? What is her name?”

“Juliet.”

I roll my lips, unimpressed.

Fuck this prick.

“Are you upset by the breakup?”

“Disappointed, yes.”

“Who broke it off?”

I hesitate before answering. “I did.”

He nods. “I see. You don’t have feelings for Juliet anymore?” He shrugs.

Sadness comes over me like a heavy blanket.

“I adore her.”

A frown flashes across his face. “And yet you ended the relationship?”

“It had run its course.”

“Okay.” He nods. “When was your last committed relationship before this one?”

I clench my jaw. Enough with the fucking questions.

“Take your time.”

“I haven’t had a committed relationship. I have”—I pause—“sexual relationships.”

“Always?”

“Yes.”

He sits back in his chair. “Since what age?”

“Fifteen.”

“At what age did you become sexually active?”

“Same age.”

“Was there a significant event that happened around that time?”

I roll my eyes. Here we go. “It’s unrelated.”

“But there was an event?”

“My mother died.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Me too.”

He pauses for a moment as if collecting his thoughts.

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