I punch the punching bag, not really paying attention to my surrondings. My mind wanders a bit as my knuckles start to bleed. How are the children doing? And, more important, How long is it going to take me to get that job for Authoring? They still haven't replied yet.... Then, you touch my shoulder. I stop punching and look at you. Yeah? I say, then I notice how you look like you want to claw my insides out. Why are you looking at me like that? I say, my eyes narrowing as I cross my arms.
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25/03/2025