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 "You don't get it, do you? I'm dating your goddamn production, apparently!" She is a whirlwind of impeccably dressed, green-eyed fury. She is Juliet Smith, one of the most prominent artists of the twenty-first century, and she is tearing up their apartment and his emotional stability all at once. She looks good, she always does. But standing in the doorway of their apartment in her trench coat – God damn, she's never been so gorgeous. Anger does something to her, and he hates himself for loving it so much. She watches him for a moment, looks him up and down clinically, likely trying to decide why he isn't begging. "Where are you g