boiling point || hs {au}
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  • Reads 5,550
  • Votes 200
  • Parts 8
  • Time 47m
Ongoing, First published Nov 30, 2013
boil′ing point`      n. 1. the temperature at which the vapor pressure of a liquid is equal to the pressure of the atmosphere on the liquid, equal to 212°F (100°C) for water at sea level. (abbrev.): b.p.         2. the point beyond which one becomes visibly angry, outraged, or the like.     3. the point at which matters reach a crisis.            "What the hell? What is your deal?" he asks, the veins in his neck popping out from anger. "She's mine. Hands off." With every word, he took a step closer to Ryker.     "I didn't do anything!" he defends himself.  "Fair game, man."     "I swear to god if Del wasn't here right now, I would fuck you up," Harry says through clenched teeth. He was shaking with anger.                Sometimes, he gets pushed over the edge.         And he hits the boiling point.
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