Did you seriously decide to invite your mom to live with us without my consent?» I stated irritably.
Are you seriously deciding to invite your mom to live with us without my consent?» I blurted out irritably, feeling everything inside boiling with outrage. Andrey froze with his coffee cup halfway to his mouth. Outside, a light autumn rain began to fall, droplets tapping on the ledge, creating a tense accompaniment to our conversation. […]
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