Friday is feeling passive-aggressive.
Her anger was choking her, rising up, a lump in her throat. Glancing down, she saw her keys gripped in her fist. She scraped the key along the side of the car, up from the back bumper, over the rear door, then the driver’s. The paint chipped and curled, while the key whined in protest.
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Nice. Maybe next time he'll think before he cheats.
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