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2021-09-18 23:40:57"Let's go over the rules one last time"
Rules.
The one thing I hated about playing that damned game of twenty questions. I should have known that it was too good to be true when he made the call himself. For a split moment after he said that to stop me from stumping past him, the tiny voices in my head warned me that he only said that because of the words I said to him and mostly because of his unlike for the detective. It was like something he'd said on impulse because he couldn’t bare to see me with the detective or lose me to him, as stupid as that sounds though, it had me lured in and accepting of the fact that Dwyer was jealous.
It's as clear as crystal that Dwyer only agreed to letting me get to know him using the twenty questions game because he felt like he was losing something or in my case, someone. I should be worried and paying heed to the whirling warning signs in my head but at the same time, it was a
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