He parked the stupid white van and she got out, slammed the damn door and walked up the icy path carelessly. She ran up the steps and heard him behind her. She turned and pushed the door shut in his face. He tried to open it but she had more leverage and more pissed off running through her veins. He shoved the two tickets to Buenos Aires under the door. She turned around in a rage and felt her handbag connecting with his nose. Shocked, she waited for remorse to overcome her. It didn’t. They were even now.
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