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They glowered at each other for a minute before she stalked off into the kitchen. He felt the heat of her anger dissipate as she left, but his cheeks were still warm from the fight. He watched her grab a knife out of the knife block and proceed to mutilate a green pepper. Her knuckles were white with the force of which she clung to the knife; the muscles in her arms rippled with a purpose under her skin as she violently sliced through the vegetable. Her face was hidden under her thin, brown hair, straight and plain, the only ting that seemed lifeless and indifferent in this moment of livid hatred. He saw her bangs fly up in a huff of frustration, and he could see a single tear clinging to the gentle curve of her cheek, but her eyes still glowed red hot, and they flashed in the reflected light of the knife. Her jaw was set, solid, and clamped shut in fierce determination to keep silent. He followed her, not finished with his argument.