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Aug 2016
My blood began to boil. I could feel my skin growing hot as it speed through my veins. My lips pressed into a thin line as my hands tightened into fists as he cursed my family so.

Darkness took my vision as I brought my fist to his jaw. The snap of it sent my blood flaming faster. A sly grin slide onto my lips. This was what I was brought up to do.
Alex
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