“Yes. I wanted to talk.”“Ok,” I said.‘We need to talk,’ or variations of that phrase, rarely work out well for the person being talked to;...so, I got a little nervous.“I accused you of some pretty terrible things on our date. That’s why I wanted to talk to you.”“A lot of what you said is true. I am not trying to take advantage of you, or anyone, but my biology makes things ... complicated.”“I get that. I don’t know how much of it was me being mad thinking you were taking advantage of me, and how. "I hate boys," she cried."Sometimes I do, too," I replied. "But you shouldn't waste your tears on him. I mean, you shouldn't want to be in a relationship where you need to investigate his every move." I know, I know," she agreed as she inserted her fingers between mine. "I should have been broke up with him." Yes you should've. You deserve better. And I know you'll find that special guy one day." I don't know," she dragged. "I'm so tired of boys and their bullshit. Boys are so insensitive and. Got something in mind?" I want to snoop around, and see what else there is to see. I just have this feeling there's something I need to see. I'll let you know what I find."He thought it was a good idea, and they went up to the office to get her a spare set of keys."Don't bother. I QUIT!" One of the assistant managers came slamming out of the office, barely missing them with the door.Miss Miller, the woman from the Chain office, was typing something into the computer. "I've cancelled his ID. Is. She knew that because she had one there herself, but on her, there was one on each hand, the right one being a little more pronounced, though neither was especially noticeable. Her gaze drifted to his face, listening to him as he spoke during his struggles to make the map clear to her, as if there was no way that it could convey what he wanted to describe to her of his garden’s features. He was wrong, but Taeko held her tongue. She wanted to hear the way that he felt about it and what he.