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Arturo. “Are you crazy!? Punching a well renowned man like King Salvatore!?” The commissioner asks, glaring at me and I stand right, facing Officer Pierce’s ire. His stern is unyielding, as he unleashes a torrent of criticisms, each word cutting through the air like a well-aimed arrow. I stand stoic in his office but tense, maintaining a steely composure. My emotionless face bears the weight of regret, and it’s not regret that I hit Salvatore. It’s the regret of losing my anger, my morale…Salvatore is the rabid dog—I was supposed to have control of my emotions. “Is it because of your father? Is it because of your father…is that why you couldn’t control your emotions?” Commissioner Pierce asks and I turn to him, he has been more than an uncle to me ever since my father passed on and he k
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