"Ryan, he was in here again, didn't you see him?"
"No. I was focused on my job."
"Well, he was looking at you, glaring you down. Here for a soda. He looked angry as hell, angry at you."
"I'm sure he is angry. He left a box of anger outside my house yesterday. The same kind of anger that frightened me away from him so many months ago."
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