REBECCAI tried to shake my head, but she kept talking over me. "Becca, you're too kind for your own good. And that just makes it even worse. You didn't deserve how he treated you. So, please, humor me, okay?" "No," I snapped. Lynda threw her hands up in frustration. "Lynda, I don't want to hurt him. He's angry and doesn't want to see me," I replied. "And that's where you're mistaken," Lynda hurriedly explained. "Artemy wants to see you. He let you play the piano, for God's sake. It means something, something significant. He's just frustrated with himself, and that's why he took it out on you. I know him, Becca. Just do as I say, and everything will be fine."
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