Love begins at ‘Amour-propre’
Wide eyed she gawked at him, trying to decipher, which action of hers instigated the assault. He grasped her chin in a menacing grip. The intense pinch was cutting into her. She would have to explain the marks at home.
“What just happened?, she whimpered. He only glared to her chagrin.
“Don’t ever say, you hate, my favorite beer.” He scowled.
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