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5. The Moment

"How dare he?" I murmured to myself as I entered my room. I sat on the bed, clutching a pillow to my chest. I told my mother I was tired and sleepy. I couldn't stand looking at that asshole's face any longer. If I had stayed there a moment longer, I might have punched his ugly face.

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