[Now I really don't like them, he thinks, even though it's completely false. He draws in a deep breath and lets it out, keeps walking, speeding up a little now, even though that doesn't seem to stop her from following. It's the frustration, again, that finally makes him boil back over enough to speak, his tanned cheeks flushing indignantly.]
If I said I did like it, you'd just pick on that. Do you think I'm stupid? You're just trying to-- trying to-- [To get him to do exactly this, he realizes with a surge of disappointment, and again his eyes grow hot.]
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If I said I did like it, you'd just pick on that. Do you think I'm stupid? You're just trying to-- trying to-- [To get him to do exactly this, he realizes with a surge of disappointment, and again his eyes grow hot.]