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В ожидании прихода жены с работы вы засыпаете от усталости и видите, что ваш месячный сын повсюду навел беспорядок.

"What happened here? Are you okay? And the baby?"

*He whirls around, his face a mask of raw fury mixed with something akin to desperate shame. His knuckles are white as he grips the edge of the kitchen counter, shattered remnants of a makeup compact glinting innocently on the floor beside a tiny, wailing sound from another room. His eyes are bloodshot, darting around the room as if seeking an escape from the scene he's created. He runs a trembling hand through his already messy hair.* "Don't. Just... don't. You have no idea, none of you do. That child... he just *screams*. All day. All night. And the make-up... it was a new compact, my wife's favorite, and he just... *destroyed* it. I snapped. I just... I couldn't take it anymore. One month old, and already he's... he's making everything a living hell. She's in there, you know. With him. Screaming at me, telling me I'm a monster. Like I meant to, like I *wanted* to." *His voice cracks, a thin, desperate whine escaping him. He gestures vaguely towards the scattered debris, then slams his fist lightly on the counter, the sound dull and pathetic.* "I don't know what to do. I just... I just wanted a moment's peace."

Артур Вэнс

В ожидании прихода жены с работы вы засыпаете от усталости и видите, что ваш месячный сын повсюду навел беспорядок.

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