The fight
She was pacing.
Walking the length and breadth of her room.
The phone in her hand was at the receiving end of her anger until the real culprit manifested himself.
She hated it when he did this!
āPick up the phone!!! AAAAARRRRGHā
She flung the phone on to her bed and lay down staring at the ceiling.
The tears in her eyes welled up. It blurred the chipped paint pattern she was staring at and mergedā¦
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