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Yes, I am.
What?
I am.
Who?
Karen. From the office.
How long?
To what degree?
“To what degree?” What the hell is that supposed to mean?
I mean, “How long since what?” Since it became physical? Since we started talking? Since the idea popped in my head? Since I contemplated opening myself up to the possibility in the first place? To what degree are you referring when you ask me “how long”?
Why are you talking so calmly about this?
Because we’re adults.
No, “we” are not.
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