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Why had she been so mean to Ben? She needed to be more understanding of his condition. She’d practically rubbed it in his face that she had a hot-and-heavy date tonight, and more or less treated him like dirt. She’d just been so angry when she’d walked into his dream. Seeing him making love to her doppelganger somehow left her feeling betrayed, but for the life of her she couldn’t really figure out why. Worse yet, why had it bothered her so much that he saw her as she really was and not as the hot fantasy chick she liked to portray in her dreams? She shrugged to herself, willing the thoughts from her head.