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“Who’s your president?”
Why does he always ask the right questions?
“Rage.”
“You've got to be kidding me...” Bruno takes an object and throws it on the wall behind me. “Fuck! Why are you such an idiot!? Can't you stop being a teenager for one second?!”
NowI'mgetting angry.
My hands fly towards Bruno.
Hit.
Right.
Tumble.
Crack.
Screams.
Left.
Broken tables.
More screams.
I feel my arm hitting something outside of my field of view.
When I turn around, Sarah is holding her stomach, her eyes are shut tight.
Bruno runs to her, holding her before she falls to the ground.
She passes out in his arms.
