"You asked for my opinion, I said I think you're delusional," said the UCLA resident with galsses. He kept pushing up the frame against the bridge of his nose.
that was irritating me. That's the problem. Not the thoughts about the hacking, and the talking and the guys meeting me in public places who know too much about me. It's watching him and his ticks. Closely. wondering if he knows, we know. Togther. Code.
Like, yes, you are right, I am wrong. But I am paid to say this. Go home. NOw.
I dismiss the thought. Try to.
"CAn I talk to your parentss?"
"NO," I say.
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