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*Harper* “If you really want to get his attention, it's not like you don't know how," Ellen told me, her voice bordering on annoyed. “I just don't know where I went wrong. He was into it–completely. Then, he just brushed me off. Now, it is like he's always working overtime and never home," I whined. A movie was playing on the TV, but I hadn't been paying attention. Like a puppy left at home, I'd been looking out the window all day to see if Oliver was home yet. “Trust me, Harper, it isn't anything you did," Ellen assured. “He probably has commitment issues and problems admitting when he is wrong." “Yeah, like that helps," I grumbled. “Are you just calling to whine and feel sorry for yourself again?" Ellen asked moodily. This wasn't the first time I'd called her to complain about Oli