Playing with fire

Playing with fire

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"Stop, just stop," she mutters through gritted teeth as she slams her books onto the worn out coffee table, making its weak legs wobble gently from the angry force running through her. "None of this is my fault," I bark as I quickly stand from the white couch. My feet hurt from the icy tiles that lay underneath me. Her chuckle cuts through the thick air as she raises her soft voice. "None of it? Damn it, I didn't ask you to stay!" She begins to pace the small space of the apartment living room, my hands reach up and tug gently on my hair as I turn my back to her. "But I did, and that's more than enough."
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I sat at the bottom of the at the rounded table. His eyes were on me, like a moth to a flame. I stood up and ran out of the room and down a dark corridor. I got to a door and fumbled with the handle. Next I knew I pushed up against it harshly. "Your're not running this time, Princess"

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