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"What the fuck, Daniel?" I snapped bitterly. "What the fuck is your problem lately? You want me to lay off the pizzas? You cook me some fucking dinner! I don't even have the time to do anything myself because I'm always tied up with work!"

"What the hell do you mean, cook you some dinner? That's a woman's job. You have time to take two hours caking your face in the morning for God knows who. So you have time to make yourself a quick sandwich, bitch," Daniel snarled.

I could feel bloody murder rushing through my veins, unable to believe what I was hearing.

Daniel had never spoken to me like this before.

With so much disrespect...

With no manners.

I didn't know what to make of any of this.

What the hell was wrong with him?


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