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“You don’t get to do that, Dean.” “Do what?” “Walk back into my life, act like you still have some sort of claim over me, and expect me to fall into your arms.” He laughs humorlessly, looking down at the floor. “Wouldn’t dream of it, sweetheart.” “Good.” “Because I’m pretty sure you already did that once.” I stare at him. His jaw tightens. “Right before I broke your heart.”