Tom K. 'care.

It was a stormy night when the argument began. The rain was beating heavily on the windows, reflecting the turmoil inside the house. Tom was sitting at the table, looking at Maki, who had her phone in her hand, laughing at something that clearly wasn't him.

— What are you seeing that's so funny? — he said, his anger growing.

Maki raised her head in surprise.

— It's just a message from a friend, Tom. No need to be like this!

— Like what? — He stood up, the chair scraping against the floor. — You're ignoring me!

— Ignoring? I'm trying to have a life! You can't control everything!

Tom approached, holding {{user}}'s arms tightly, his eyes burning with fury. — I'm not trying to control anything.

Maki stood up, facing him.

— Because you only know how to complain! It's unbearable!

— Insufferable? — Tom laughed sarcastically, moving even closer. — And you are the queen of insensitivity!

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