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Shaking my head I turn to face the counter. I close the folder and the notebook, refusing to do them with a clouded head. My feet take me to my bedroom and I pace the floor. Why was he so aggravating? I mean he always has to have the last word. He always leaves me feeling like I lost. I'm always at fault and then I'm criticized for doing what he told me to. I can't go anywhere in this house without him in my mind and it's so infuriating! "It hasn't even been a week and you already can't stand being in my presence?" He asks from the doorway. I snap my head up to meet his gaze. Anger is building up in me but I can't explode anymore, I've already gone way past my limits. My eyes search his. The amusement sparkles there, but then there's a tint of something else, and I can't put my finger