[Is that coffee ready? Please tell her that coffee's ready. There was no use - and no reason - to sugarcoat it for Jules. But Lisbeth was still so unused to this idea, the idea of being exclusive.
So she scratches the counter top, pretending to clean some mythical crumb from it. Her head is down.]
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So she scratches the counter top, pretending to clean some mythical crumb from it. Her head is down.]
He's my boyfriend.