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But hatred, I was learning, is a poor word for what I felt. Hate is clean, simple, clarifying. What I felt was a messy, intoxicating cocktail of anger, humiliation, and a dark, desperate need to be the man on the screen. To be the one she wanted. To be the one she chose .

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"I need both of you," she whispered. "At once." But hatred, I was learning, is a poor word for what I felt

"I help you, you help me," she said, parroting his words. "We both get what we want." To be the one she wanted