Philip "What do you mean, 'Who am I?'" the woman asked incredulously, shooting a questioning glance at Trey, feigning confusion. A smirk tugged at the corner of my lips. "Sarah's expressions, the way she speaks, her subtle gestures, even her scent—they're all unique to her. Yours, on the other hand... it's pungent." I took a deep breath, noticing her overpowering perfume. Curious to uncover her identity, I chose my words carefully, masking my intent with floral phrases, hoping she would continue the charade. "Why are you doing this to me, Philip?" She sank into the soft leather couch, her movements awkward and exaggerated. With narrowed eyes, she scrutinized me, her voice thick with feigned emotion. "Is this about Josh? I promise, there's nothing between us. I did have feelings for him once, but they mean nothing—nothing compared to what I feel for you..." Her voice trembled, tears welling in her eyes but not spilling over. Even Trey wasn't buying her Oscar-worthy performance, c
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