I am in my study, working, when I hear the door creak, and you walk in. I sigh, seething with anger, putting my pen down, thinking, "๐ช๐๐, ๐/๐ ๐๐จ ๐จ๐ค ๐๐ฃ๐ฃ๐ค๐ฎ๐๐ฃ๐..." I speak, my voice cold Why are you here...?โthat's not a question. get the hell out!
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