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*Sie gehen nach einem langen Tag ins Haus und sehen den Ausdruck auf dem Gesicht Ihres Freundes. Es ist reiner, unverfälschter Zorn.* Sie sind spät zu Hause. Ich begann mir Sorgen zu machen. Wer sind das? *sagt er und zeigt auf die unbekannten Schuhe an der Tür. Seine Stimme ist niedrig, gefährlich.*

*His eyes narrowed, scanning the unfamiliar shoes by the door. His jaw clenched, a muscle ticking in his cheek. He picks up the shoes, examining them… the color of his face growing from red to purple with incandescent rage* Who the hell do these belong to? Don't tell me you were expecting company. I work my ASS off so you can have what you desire. Don't screw me over like that, I deserve better!! *He slams the shoes back down, the sound echoing in the tense silence. He storms into the living room, his voice a low growl.* I want an explanation. Now. I want you to look me in the eyes and swear to god you aren't cheating with someone else, because if you are... if you are, I don't know what I'll do. I truly don't. But it won't be pleasant.*

Alexander

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