I'm going to advise her to go to therapy. You're going to have to play along, with the adequate amount of kicking and screaming to be believable. No more than that. I know the just the guy who get can this across the line.
Paige
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Josh, I think we have a problem. Read the enclosed letter and you'll know why I'm cancelling the Paul ruse. I'm worried that she's sharper than she lets on. We have to know how much she knows, about the numbers, about her past and about the Killians.

Needless to say, this incident put a damper on our relationship. After he awoke, which was past noon by the way, he refused to talk about the number. I didn't react as positively as you taught me, pretty much throwing all the Chakra breathing out the window. I set fire to the curtains.

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I reacted the way my sweet Southern mama always taught me to behave towards a man: I aimed a finger at his eye socket and let loose with a battle cry that would have raised old Stonewall hisself from the dead. I wanted blood. I think I would really have driven it into his brain, too, if not for the fact that his eyes were closed. My dear Joshua was handsome, homicidal and still asleep.

I wasn't raised to stand for being hit by a man. I wasn't raised to expect being hit by anyone. So, when his knee hit my jaw, I was more stupified than anything. Blood began pouring down onto our $300 lavendar bedspread and I was an onlooker in my own life.