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Brittany's POV The front door slammed into the frame hard enough to shake the windows. I didn’t mind. Let the house tremble. Let the walls fall apart. I was so frustrated, like a pot ready to boil over. I turned around, my anger still buzzing inside me, and there she was – the maid, smiling like a bright morning, looking so happy in her job. “Welcome back, Miss Brittany.” she said cheerfully, her smile big and overly sweet. I scowled at her. Her happy face only made my anger worse. “Do something useful!” I shouted, my voice cutting like glass. “Just go! Do anything but stand there smiling like an i***t!” Her eyes grew big, and her smile faded. She didn't need to say anything else. She almost disappeared, her quiet footsteps hurrying down the hall, leaving me boiling in the loud, empty
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