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| He waited for his guests to leave. And then he exploded. There was a wildness in his speech and in his eyes. He unleashed his fury. I could smell the sulphur in his voice. The thick, staccato words. The gasping for breath. He spat flames at me. "How dare you, you bitch!! Don't you dare come into my house and accuse me! GET DRESSED. AND GET OUT! You filthy slag. Do you KNOW who I am?" he raved. I know who you were. |