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(the crash thunder and patter of raindrops... the sound of slamming a door)
Rage. Today I had a row with my mom again. I don’t feel it's a big deal any more. Perhaps I had so many in the past? And now I don’t remember why I had an argument and why I got so upset with her. But for some reason, I'm still mad.
(stormy wind sound)
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