She paced waywardly fuming with anger. Her therapist advice echoed on her head, “Whenever in anger, count backward” And she diligently rehearsed, 100, 99, 98… while in the midst of her counting she saw him approaching. The smirk on his face, that claim of uncalled victory, made her squirm in fury. All the cues and lessons went out the window and she flounced, exposing her vulnerable heart.
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