My ... [ waIT WHAT. ] No. No, it's not like—[ Isn't it tho. Isn't it. ] He's not my anything. He's just ... [ Hook. She lets out a gruff sigh. ] Maybe. I don't know.
It's fine - really. I don't need you to keep trying to back out of a corner. There's no corner, I promise. I just... I know complicated. I'm pregnant with the child of a man who doesn't really care about my survival as much as his brother seems to. [a beat] Back home, not here.
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[She shakes it off.]
Are you going to talk to your guy?
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[ awkward. ]
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[ Because now it seems like she felt like it was necessary to clarify instead of just misinterpreting and her defensiveness knows no bounds. ]
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