<P>"Well, you shouldn't."
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<P>"Don't." He turned around and leaned on the railing again. There was a long pause.
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<P>"Dom," she said, walking across the gravel rooftop to him. "I know you're having trouble dealing with the squad. They don't understand you. They don't know you."
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<P>"I know."
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<P>"You ask them to put their trust in you... And then all you do is push them away."
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<P>Dominic shook his head. He released a breath of smoke into the air. It curled away like it had a mind of its own.
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<P>"You also keep telling them we need to do something," she continued, "but then you do just what they're doing."
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<P>"Which is what?"
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<P>"Sitting around, feeling sorry for themselves."
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<P>"Yeah, that's what I thought. Look, Jess, I'll tell you this once. I don't feel sorry for myself. I don't feel sorry for anyone else, either. Don't try to get to know me. Don't try to feel sorry for me. What you can do right now is leave me the hell alone."
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<P>Jess stared at him for a while. "Bullshit."
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<P>"Good for it. Go away."
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<P>"Bullshit, Dom." She started walking back to the building.
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<P>"And tell the guys we're moving tomorrow," he shouted after her.
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<P>She gave him the finger and disappeared back into the building.