"I'm not going to spend my every waking minute with you, you know," he says, somewhat crossly.

"I know," I say, too quickly, too defensively. "I didn't ask you to."

I hold my breath and wonder if my tone of voice betrays me, but he says, "Okay."

I exhale sharply.
and again  
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