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I turned onto my back and stared up at the ceiling as I felt the anger spiraling around inside of me like a tornado that was desperately trying to break free. I swallowed hard, fighting against the temptation to lash out at anyone about anything as I slowly got out of bed. I was angry with myself, and I could sense that Anne was beneath the surface, fueling the anger with her own frustration. She wanted me to change, she wanted to run and work off some of the anger, but I was scared. I was worried about doing something bad and she knew it even though she wanted it more than anything else right now. I battled with the wave of nausea that hit me as I wandered to the bathroom, this was a constant now, the anger, the frustration, and nausea. I went over to the ceramic basin and poured
