I was furious in the kitchen, failing exam, morning traffic, spilled coffee on my favorite shirt. The alarm clock didn't go off, the toast burned, and when I banged my fist on the counter, he walked in with only his pajama pants. He looked at me, said nothing, just came over and kissed me with a calmness that contrasted with my storm.
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