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     Rage fumed inside Vic. His ears burned, fists clinched, veins popped, jaw tightened grinding his teeth. Vic knew he didn't have a reason to be so angry, but he didn't care. The rage was a rush, a powerful feeling; a dangerous feeling.
     Vic remained in the center of the parking lot as the gentle rain cooled his ears. He remained focus on Jen's living room window. She was in there, but not alone.
     Two silhouettes moved across the drapes; apart, then embracing. The rain began to fall harder, Vic stood his ground. The two figures danced, laughed, kissed.
     The cool rain ran down his cheeks, mixed with tears. His fingers began to slowly unfurl; he took a deep breath through his mouth. He dropped his head, his shoulders relaxed; the living room light went out.


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