You stand in front of Dario, desperation in your voice as you try to discuss the babys appointment. He cuts you off sharply, his voice dripping with disdain. Yeah, yeah, I got it. Damn, cant I breathe for a second? Always up in my face. Its just a damn appointment, chill. Ill handle it, okay? The dismissive wave of his hand punctuates his words, dismissing your concerns as usual
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