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"How does that make you feel?" Bobby hated that question, especially coming from her. And she knew it.
Despite the fact that this was a phoned in session, Bobby still felt like he was in her office. As such, it only took a moment for her question to drive him to his feet. Pacing in the small living room of their apartment, Bobby cussed under his breath.
"Ya know damn well how that makes me feel," he gave her in response, his tone clipped. He said it, even knowing that she would not accept it as an answer.
And he was right. Her light laugh filtered over the phone. She knew she had him. "Even if I do, Robert, that does not mean I'm not going to insist that you tell me. You called me, remember? You didn't have to."
She always had him in moments like that and he always responded the same way. He always told her. Except this time. This time he just hung up the phone and tossed it on the couch. "That's how I feel about it, bitch."
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Despite the fact that this was a phoned in session, Bobby still felt like he was in her office. As such, it only took a moment for her question to drive him to his feet. Pacing in the small living room of their apartment, Bobby cussed under his breath.
"Ya know damn well how that makes me feel," he gave her in response, his tone clipped. He said it, even knowing that she would not accept it as an answer.
And he was right. Her light laugh filtered over the phone. She knew she had him. "Even if I do, Robert, that does not mean I'm not going to insist that you tell me. You called me, remember? You didn't have to."
She always had him in moments like that and he always responded the same way. He always told her. Except this time. This time he just hung up the phone and tossed it on the couch. "That's how I feel about it, bitch."
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