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Giovanni As I’m about to grab her to cage her beneath me on the couch, she struggles fiercely, getting me to loosen my grip. She wriggles out of my hold and sprints further into the apartment. I follow her with steady steps and hear a door slam close. Arrived at what I remember to be the bathroom, I knock on the door. “Danielle? Open the door.” “No!” Her muffled voice doesn’t sound as if she is having fun. “Come on, open it. I just want to talk to you,” I beg her, lowering my voice. “I said, no. Go away!” I take a deep breath, leaning against the door frame “Do you really want me to go away? I will if you ask me to!” She remains silent, and I wait another few heartbeats as I add, “If you want me to go away now, I’ll leave you alone. As soon as you want to talk you can call