Fighting

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I knocked angrily on Frida's door.

You set up John.

Sweetie you have no idea what you're talking about.

I pushed her back.

Oh honey you don't want to do that.

I pushed her again.

We wrestled to the floor.

The boys pulled us off each other.

I got my keys and angrily walked out of the house.

I didn't want to talk to any of them right now.

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