[The question startles her. Murphy bites her lip. The tears are edging their way around carefully constructed barriers. She digs both hands into her hair, ducking her head to keep him from seeing her face. She's not some broken-hearted teenager.] God, does it even - was any of... No, you know what, I don't want to know. I don't want to know.
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[The question startles her. Murphy bites her lip. The tears are edging their way around carefully constructed barriers. She digs both hands into her hair, ducking her head to keep him from seeing her face. She's not some broken-hearted teenager.] God, does it even - was any of... No, you know what, I don't want to know. I don't want to know.