An issue of pride

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He collapses and begins to weep.
After an uncountable amount of time
he wipes his red eyes and dries his tearstained cheeks.
He checks his voice; no croaking.
Back down stairs he spies his target.
No apologies tonight.
The yelling continues and the fight drags on.





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