I stepped out of the car with a smear of rage on my face. My footsteps were large, and you could tell how upset I was over what he did. I go to their gate to leave; this location is far from my flat, so I'm not clear why he brought me here. Before I could move too far, I heard the car door open and close, and he drew my hand away from me so I could look at him. I did not show him my body. It's only the head. If only a frigid stare was harmful, I'm sure he'd be sprawled on the floor by now.

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