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BLOOM I exited the room and limped to the kitchen, even though the pain was in my hand. Damn him He couldn't just say thank you. The thanks I get is his ungrateful attitude. Damn him!!! I was just being too nice. I heard footsteps behind me, but ignored it. He pushed me or rather pulksd me down into a nearby chair in the dining area and entered into the kitchen to get the first aid box. He then scooted a chair closer to me and sat, dropping the content on his hands on the table, including an ice bag. "It's going to hurt." He said to me, like it doesn't already hurt. "I know!" I snapped back. He grabbed my hand and inspected my swollen thumb without touching it. I pressed my lips together, fighting the urge to cry out.. I'm not going to let him see how much it hurts, so
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