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“Shut up and listen! Stop interrupting me!” She shouted at the child.<\/p>\n
She was livid. Her nostrils flared and deflated like a skirt on a windy day.<\/p>\n
Her bloodshot eyes painted a fiery tapestry.<\/p>\n
Her eyes shot flaming darts at her object of scorn.<\/p>\n
The young child bent over his toys.<\/p>\n
He pretended to be oblivious of the rantings and ravings of his mother.<\/p>\n
He was used to it.<\/p>\n
He continued to build his Lego house; he wanted to see how long it would last this time around.<\/p>\n
He silently started the countdown, one, two, three, four.<\/p>\n
At the count of three, she stopped shouting, looked at him, and apologized before leaving the room.<\/p>\n
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