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"Hello! you have reached the voicemail of Effie Trinket. I am unavailable at present, so please leave your name and your number and I will be delighted to return your call."

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As I said, you've made your decision.

[ Somehow Effie had known he would say that, or something similar. She simply sits back and looks at Saul evenly.

It wasn't fair. She wanted to ask him who it was, why he had chosen them- why she hadn't been good enough. He had ruined her concept of love, which was something whole that couldn't be undermined or lesser in any way. You couldn't love two people, not really. You couldn't give all of yourself to someone and still have enough leftover to be tempted by another.

Effie had been foolhardy to allow herself to feel this way over a man she had only just met, in a place like this. It was a lesson better learned sooner than later, and the wound would be a reminder to never let such a thing happen again.

She didn't need any of these people, and they didn't need her. Life would continue as it always had and looking out only for herself would be so much easier. At least that's what she told herself. ]

And it's Ms.Trinket to you, Mr.Goodman.

Now if you don't mind, it's very late and I should like to get some sleep after all this unpleasantry.

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[Saul doesn't think there's a snowball's chance in hell for he and Steph to ever become anything more than whatever it is they are now, but she told him she loved him only a few hours ago and he believes her.

Hope really is dangerous.

He opens his mouth to say something else — anything else, anything to convince her that he really didn't mean to hurt her the way he has — but instead he stands, smoothing down his shirt.]

Yeah. I'll see you around.

[And if that's it, if that's really it, he's just going to see himself out.]