LUTHER
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I asked Laura to come see me later that day. I expected her to barge in and rage, but she didn't; she looked broken when she walked in.
"I hate my life", she mumbled and took a cigarette from my table and lit it.
"Why do you look this way?", I asked.
"Your fiancee insulted me brutally last night; my mother's nagging about how I allowed her to do it and how I'm allowing her to make me a weak woman. "
"I'm sorry about her outburst, but if we're being honest, I mean, you've been pretty hostile towards her."
She dropped the cigarette, "I'm supposed to be accommodative? Bring her flowers every time I see her? Take her shopping, paint her nails? I had a clear opportunity in this family, and she gets to sleep with you one night, and she has it all", she said in furry.
"Laura,
