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- Welp. I let loose a guttural roar, spun, and punched a hole through the wall.
- “Jesus Christ!” said Kiira. “What the hell is wrong with you?”
- “Fuck you!” I roared. “Fuck you! Fuck them! Fuck all you!” I stomped to the nearest piece of wall-hung art. A smear of pastels a third grader could have produced, most likely priceless, and hammered a fist through both it and wall. Glass and sheetrock exploded everywhere.
- -Sledge vs. The Labyrinth, pg. 167
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