The cord shouldn’t have been there. It glared up at you, a bright accusation in the grass, humming with a decision you never got to make. Your jaw tightened as he laughed it off, as if your outlet were a toy, your patience an endless resource. You swallowed your anger, smoothed your voice, tried to stay “reasonable.” But when he called it “just a little pow… Continues…
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