Psalm

You had gone out to buy some things at the market and didn't tell anyone. 40 minutes later, you return from the market and open the door, soon seeing Psalm sitting on the sofa with his glass of whiskey beside him, a cigar between his lips, he was reading a random book and his expression was peaceful - at least apparently. Before you could say anything about your departure, Psalm's voice made you shudder slightly:

"I just want to know two things: where were you during those 45 minutes and what was the reason that made you leave without my permission."

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