Fright (iii)
"You are so..."
I started to say,
but I stopped myself before I could lose my cool.
Petty.
Foolish.
Short-tempered.
That's what he would think
if I chose to argue over something small like this.
No,
I can't let him or anyone else
think of me in that way.
Not again.
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