"Shut up!" Yelling this time, staccato, sharp, piercing sounds from her throat, desperate to penetrate, to breach his consciousness and force him to understand her need for him to be silent.
"Just shut up! I don't need your arguments, your reasons, your long lists of how you're right and I'm ALWAYS wrong, and if the world JUST went according to what YOU thought and YOU wanted then it would be just BETTER for everyone! I hate it! I hate it! You and your self loathing I'm such a pathetic victim and everyone should pity me and do what I say manifesto!"
She was breathing heavy, her eyes dilating, nostrils flaring, face reddening. He had never seen her this angry before. He actually didn't know she could get angry. For so much of their friendship she had always been the calm one, the reasonable one, the pacific, placid, pensive one who seemed to live outside of the everyday experience of human aggravation.
Wow, he thought, you think you know someone.....
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