The results of her outburst were a shattered glass coffee
table and a silence broken only by the ticking grandfather clock in the corner.
After a few clearly marked seconds, I turned.
“Well if you’re not going to get the broom…” I muttered.
“THAT’S MY FUCKING POINT! I’m so sick of not getting
anything from you! All I want is some fucking emotional depth! Just once could
you react emotionally and not just coldly deduce-“
The results of my outburst were a woman with a broken neck,
and a silence broken only by the ticking grandfather clock in the corner.
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