«Did you seriously decide to invite your mom to live with us without my consent?» I said irritably.
«Are you seriously deciding to invite your mother to live with us without my consent?» I blurted out irritably, feeling everything inside boiling with outrage. Andrey froze with a cup of coffee halfway to his mouth. Outside, a fine autumn rain was drizzling, the drops tapping on the ledge, creating a tense accompaniment to our […]
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