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That's a damn good question.
What's our relationship exactly? A moment ago, I thought of him as my man but that doesn't define reality. We didn't put a label on whatever this is between us.
We are certainly not friends. However, we are not enemies either, not really. I would call us frenemies but we also want to get into each other's pants and that makes it a heck of a lot more complicated.
I can't give my sister that kind of answer, however. She will keep hounding me until she hears something she's satisfied with.
"He's not my boyfriend." I say with little confidence.
"Oh." She looks a little deflated for some reason, then she asks, "but you like him, don't you? I know he likes you."
"Why are you asking so many questions?" I shoot it back at her. I finally understand wy she was so honest earlier—she was setting me up in a way I've done before when she was hiding things from me.
