I can feel it in my arms. I can feel it in my chest. I can even feel it in my eyes. It is the feeling you get before you have a physical fight with someone.
I look all around the apartment and I see things that set me off. Things opened and not closed. Things tossed around on the floor left to be picked up. The cold emotionless reception I get from LADY MORGANA.
I am sure there are people that have a lot more to be angry about, but this is MY personal HELL. It is the burden of Sisyphus.
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