Eventful Discussion
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"What did you just say?"
"What you heard! Are you deaf or something?!"
"STOP YELLING!"
"STOP DOING IT FIRST! I'M... I'M SICK OF LISTENING TO YOU! NOW IT'S YOUR TURN TO LISTEN TO ME!"
"WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN ALL THESE DAYS?! WHY DID YOU JUST SAY THAT?! I'VE BEEN LOOKING FOR YOU EVERYWHERE, EVEN UNDER THE STONES!"
"STOP EXAGGERATING AND... oh god," she suddenly whispered, closing her eyes and placing one hand on her forehead.
"What... what's wrong?" I asked, concerned, approaching her.
"Don't you dare touch me? I don't want you to lay a finger on me."
"I'll call the doctor."
"YOU WON'T CALL ANYONE... I'm fine, just very angry. I'M TIRED," she said, looking at me fixedly and recomposing herself (apparently, she was
