≼ ☢ ≽ “But are you here for the support group or not?” He wanted an answer, he wanted it to be clear. “You seem a little bit nervous. Are you nervous for attending the support group? Is that it?”
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A huff of breath passes between her lips. ‘Fine. I’m here for the support group, but I’m not attending it.’ There, that should suffice, shouldn’t it? Her nerves are crackling with electricity, but not because she’s attending the support group. She didn’t even like cats.
≼ ☢ ≽ He tilted his head to the right. There were support groups for people obsessed with cats? How lame was that. “No. I’m here for no reason. Are you here for the cat obsession support group?”
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Arms hastily formed an “x” as she shook her head in pure d e n i a l. ‘I’m not even obsessed with cats!’ Quite a smooth way of avoiding the question; one of the few things she was good at, really.
