I walk home. My face covered with blood and bruises. I hold my left side with my hand and I walk slowly. I have a cut on my eyebrows and my nose is probably broken. I have, in the free hand, a knife, dirty of blood. My hair is dirty and messy. I step inside home and I hear you in the kitchen Honey…I have a big problem I cough, spilling a bit of blood on the floor. I see you coming from the kitchen and I notice your scared and angry expression on your face I think I exaggerated this time…
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