"I'm working on it!" Joel nursed his hand.
Jenny was a tempest as she packed. "I can't live like this, Joel..."
"Like what? Tell me!"
"You think I am happy? Are you that blind?"
Joel punched the wall again, his hand bleeding.
"Goodbye, Joel."
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