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I could smell his anger. He looked into my eyes and I could see the flames growing inside. I stood there. Waiting for something to happen. He stared at me. Ticking time bomb. He was ready to explode. Tick. Tick. Tick. Anger slapped me across the face. Crouched over me, breathing hard. Sweating. My heart was racing. Everything was black. I couldn’t see anything. I felt it all around me.
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