9″One morning, you went to serve him a breakfast but before you could even start to prepare it, the table was turned over, and he said, “What the hell is that?” As he pointed at the food. “Is that supposed to be food? It looks like garbage.” His eyes looked through you, looking like there was nothing inside of you worth looking at anymore. You didn’t feel like fighting back though, so you just stood there. “I’m not paying you for standing there and be pretty like doll.”
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