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[63] I Would Get Anger Therapy But It's Expensive, Meanwhile Shopping Is Free
My palm hits his cheek and I feel tears prick my eyes.
Having to live with them was one thing to be embarrassed about. Having Markus know how my parents talked to me was another thing. But the pity he had on his eyes now as he looked at me, a big red palm-shaped welt forming on his face, was an entirely uncommon thing.
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