And after five minutes of trying to flesh the whole thing out, to demonstrate clearly that I was capable of talking about how I felt—to many, many more of her glazed-eye blinkings—she would accuse me, in the end…of talking too much.
And of still being angry.
Which, of course, would start to make me angry.
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