December 19, 2007
Brisk thoughts of deceit tear through my mind as he waits. Waiting for what; more or less the argument that will inevitably be rising with the phone call to come. Minutes pass but seem like hours. I can feel the rage and pressure building in my heart just waiting to detonate all over an un-expecting listener. She has made a weighty mistake today that has displeased the saint.
Time creeps as I start to think about what I am about to do. My reasons are faultless, I have my whole speech perfectly planned out in my mind; she won’t know what hit her. I know that when that phone rings, there is going to be ferocious melee of words that I am going to decimate her with. She will be crushed.
My cell phone starts to chirp on my nightstand; this war will be fought.

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