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Tears slid silently down Freida's cheeks. She wanted to run. To run away and keep running and never look back.

"Really?" he asked, turning up his nose. "Tears?"

"Why are you doing this?" she asked.

"Doing what?" he uttered.

"This." She sniffed. "Messing with me."

"Aww," he cooed with fake sympa...