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June 1, 2018
Fury was eating him up inside, the thought that she could just go on with her life. She should feel pain – there must be a way to show her he was suffering.
She saw him walking along the street, again: his face looked brutish, bullying, and people in his path were stepping to the side. This was the third time today she had looked up and seen him pass by.
He looked again at her building, knowing if he went inside he would just shout and make a fool of himself, but he couldn’t stay away. She had trapped him.