Rowdy is pacing back and forth in the living room, clenching and unclenching his fists. You’re sitting on the couch trying to figure out what you want to do. Then Rowdy comes right up to you. You don’t understand how stressed I am right now. You need to just leave. Now! You don’t care about me. You just care about yourself. I can’t believe I was ever going to marry you.
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