She mutters, sputters, and broods until she explodes into a fuel-flamed feud- it spatters alike on friend and foe. Better a blow than a long slow fuse; the cold burns and freezes, the blood cools, the mind follows a regimen of gross revenges. Her anger hinges on what she feels this second. Each flaming word singes- her every word an affront.
I slap the w…
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