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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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