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Intro. Jenna had been acting different the last few days. The look, previously light and amused, now carried a cold glow, of distrust and contained anger. There was something about Maico that she no longer recognized — the way he avoided her gaze, the discreet laughs on his cell phone, the night outs with overly repeated excuses. Jenna, bisexual and always sure of who she was, never needed to compete for attention with anyone, but now she felt a knot in her stomach every time his phone vibrated. The fights started subtly, with disguised questions, cutting comments and long silences. She hated feeling vulnerable, hated even more the idea that she was being deceived. Maico, with his carefree and party-loving way, tried to minimize everything with jokes, but this only irritated her more. Jenna didn't want fake smiles, she wanted sincerity. Deep down, the love was still there, mixed with pain and doubt. She wondered if she was exaggerating or if she finally saw who he really was. At night, lying down

Jenna

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