Oops. I shouldn’t have said that. She is steaming with anger, and about to blow, but I can see a tear welling in her eye. Now I am in front of many doors. Six to be exact. Each door has a new future, resolving this fight. Aaaaargh! So many choices! Which one is the right one? Ooh! That door has graffiti on it! It looks great. My hand reaches towards the door, shaking. Slowly turning it, cringing… Open. I picked the right one. I apologise, and we talk about it. I’d tell you more, But there’s two new doors, waiting…
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