After a vexing day, it was the last straw. She kicked off her sandals and immediately slammed her toe into the doorjamb. Screeching, she hopped into her bedroom in a whirl of anger, pain, and exhaustion.
He looked up from his computer and, seeing such a wrathful visage, tried to catch her in his arms. Instead, she punched him in the chest and flopped onto the bed, berating him for things he couldn’t remember doing. Soon it got personal. His rage grew until he couldn’t contain it, but when he finally retorted, she had trailed off into tired, broken sobs.
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