It was 1:00am and I was fuming. Chest pounding, hulk-roaring, red-eyed glaring, venom spewing M-A-D. I was thumping around my apartment, throwing pillows against the walls, likely waking up my unfortunate neighbors below (and likely my neighbors above too, if the echoes of my thuds were any indication). Caught up in a thunderous mental tornado only further amplified by my heaving grunts and flailing limbs, it took me a few seconds to realize that my phone was ringing. Finally, the call I’d been waiting for – that had driven me to the brink of insanity.
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