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  • “Listen, teacup, you have no idea what you’re into here, okay?” There was a measured breath as the two looked eye to eye. A frown pulled the corners of her mouth down as her hand balled into a fist. She wound back, her lips splitting to reveal bared teeth. Her fist was thrown forward, he cringed backward, shoulders hunching forward as he tried to get his face out of the way. There was no escape for him, her fist collided with his nose. Red burst, droplets landing on her still clenched fist as he careened backward. She stood there, breathing hard, fist held out in front of her and her hair a mess over her face. She had fury in her eyes and she took a moment to collect herself, use one hand to gather her hair from the hairline and brush it back, both hands to straighten out her jacket. She squared her hips, standing upright again, her boot heels clicking on the cement floor.

    He was clutching at his nose now and she only had one thing to say to him: “Honey, what have I told you about calling me ‘teacup’?” Her husband was going to wish he were dead.
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