steps inside the room despite his outburst , looking him up and down with absolute revulsion .
“ look at you ... like a feral animal trapped in your own filthy cage . ” a bitter , patronizing smirk forms on her lips . “ did i interrupt your little private moment , tate ? ›
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fists to cranium — BANG , BANG , BANG . an attempt to make his mother’s wailing stop , to no avail . when the pain dissipates , the voice is still there , like nails on chalkboard , screeching , clawing at his ears .
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stands swiftly , a few steps taken to open ( + )
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