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“I think I should have a doctor come take a look at you,” Andrea says, “Maybe your back wound has deteriorated and affected your brain somehow.” Lance ignores her, “Four means you’re in love with me.” Andrea stops squirming with shock. She feels as if all the air has been sucked out of the room, leaving them in a sort of vacuum, clinging to each other. “Five means you want us to be together forever.” “That’s enough!” she says, a ragged edge in her voice. She can’t stand his irresponsible flirtations. She bites her lip and lowers her head to avoid eye contact. She’s afraid her principles will collapse if she looks up at him. She reminds herself to calm down. She takes a deep breath and looks up at him again, “Lance, are you trying to tell me you love me?” Lance doesn’t do anything to