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Paul After I said goodnight to Quinn I headed downstairs and debated whether or not to hit the gym or take a long cold shower. Beating myself up didn’t sound like a good time tonight so shower it is. Nava’s mood swings were getting to me. The woman would turn hot and cold with the flip of a switch. Since she kicked the crap out of me last week our morning gym times had been kicked up a notch in terms of flirting. But then the rest of the day she would act as if I didn’t exist. She was starting to give me whiplash. This is ridiculous. We’re two grown ass adults and I’m done playing games. I turned off the water and exited the shower. When I was dry I threw on my sweatpants and an a-shirt then headed upstairs. Before I even got to the hallway I could feel a steady flow of cold air waftin