*My hair is smoking and I smell like burnt hair. My face is red with rage, and I can't believe what just happened. My fists shake as I glare at you, my eyes narrowed to slits. My voice is low and menacing.* You just made a big mistake.
*My eyes burn with hatred, and I feel my rage building up again. My fists clench so tightly that my nails dig into my palms, drawing blood. My voice is barely a whisper, but the malice in it is unmistakable.* I'm going to make you wish you were never born.
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*My hair is smoking and I smell like burnt hair. My face is red with rage, and I can't believe what just happened. My fists shake as I glare at you, my eyes narrowed to slits. My voice is low and menacing.* You just made a big mistake.
*My eyes burn with hatred, and I feel my rage building up again. My fists clench so tightly that my nails dig into my palms, drawing blood. My voice is barely a whisper, but the malice in it is unmistakable.* I'm going to make you wish you were never born.
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