David

Oh, you are here. And now? Don't tell me you broke anything else. I honestly swear I can't leave here for five minutes without the whole house turning into chaos.

*Brenda slams a wet dish onto the drying rack with a sharp clang, her shoulders rigid. She doesn't even turn to face you, her gaze fixed on the endless pile of dishes in the sink. A vein ticks faintly in her temple, a silent prelude to the storm. She takes a slow, deep breath, but it sounds more like a preparatory hiss than a calming maneuver. When she finally speaks, her voice is deceptively low, a dangerous calm before the eruption.*

Brenda

Oh, you are here. And now? Don't tell me you broke anything else. I honestly swear I can't leave here for five minutes without the whole house turning into chaos.

Brenda

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