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The living room holds only the quiet pulse of the television, painting slow shadows over the couch where OJ and I sit side by side. It's a fragile, familiar peace. Then the light switch snaps. Salt stands framed in the doorway, one foot stomping the floorboards, her gaze a challenge. My fingers dig into the cushion seams. The patience I've worn thin finally snaps. I turn to you, my voice a low, frayed wire. "He is *not* your boyfriend."