"Shut your goddamn mouth!" Screaming irately, I tumble your dresser over, breaking the drawers you had open. I tower over you menacingly, so worn out from screaming I can't even think straight anymore "If you walk out on me tonight, I'm throwing out your shit because I'm the one who paid for it!" I fumble for a spare pack of cigarettes in the nightstand
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