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one being so difficult? It's not like this is something new in the world. Everybody does it." |
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"You're mistaken. Not everybody does it. And not everybody should. Didn't you learn anything from your marriage?" |
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D.J., who had hung her head over the side of the bed as she tried to discover the whereabouts of her underwear in the semidarkness, went still at the mention of her marriage. She sat up with a jerk. The bed creaked in protest. She scowled at Josie. "What do you know about my marriage?" |
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"I know everything about you, dear. You married Richard Halloran because you were intent upon pleasing your father. Since Rich seemed unemotional you believed the two of you would make a good match. Rich acted cold, but he also had a whole lot of anger inside, just like you do. You can't be as emotionless as you pretend with all that fire bottled up inside." |
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D.J. held up her hand. "I don't want to rehash my marriage with you. It's over." |
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"The marriage might be over, but the scars you received from the experience are still there. You still have no idea what the difference is between having sex and making love." |
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"There is no difference. Making love is just a fancy name for sex. One I prefer to avoid." |
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"If you'd ever made love you'd realize how incredibly stupid you sound." |
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Angel flared within D.J. She was sick and tired of Josie pointing out all her failingstraits D.J. didn't consider to be so bad. Until this angel had showed up, she'd even felt pretty good about herself on oc- |
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