"What are you doing?" I demanded, looking into her eyes.
She stared back at me just as fixedly, but in silence."You never make any sense," I tried to explain. "With your fits and stops and starts, I don't know what you're thinking anymore. You go this way and that way and I don't think I can trust you."
She seemed to start to answer, but stopped herself. She couldn't.
"You've been wrong so many times," I continued, "and I've listened to you every time. And every time, you lead us into just... trouble. How do I know you won't do it again?"
The corners of her mouth quirked up into a sad smile and she shrugged helplessly. She knew her faults. She didn't need me telling them to her. She knew them well.
"I just don't want to be hurt again," I confessed, a tear sliding its way down my cheek.
She slid her hand over her heart and tapped it, nodding insistently at me. So, I did the same.
"Okay," I agreed. "Together.
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