"That's not fair," I said, sitting up, pulling away from her.
"Really? Who's the guy who nearly had a heart attack when he thought that his secret identity was out?"
"That was different," I said. "This isn't about me. You know it isn't. Why are you being like this?"
"Why are you like this?" she said. "Why aren't you willing to be the guy who was brave enough to get all this started?"
"This isn't brave, it's suicide."
"Cheap teenage melodrama, M1k3y."
"Don't call me that!"
"What, 'M1k3y'? Why not, M1k3y?"
I put my shoes on. I picked up my bag. I walked home.
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