[ He feels his temper, hot and blunt like a hammer, strike against his temples as if trying to escape. His back teeth grind together and his hands shake slightly, though he tries to still them. ]
Don't talk to me about hypocrisy.[ He flings his law book off the table. ] What the hell do you want? What do you want?
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[ He feels his temper, hot and blunt like a hammer, strike against his temples as if trying to escape. His back teeth grind together and his hands shake slightly, though he tries to still them. ]
Don't talk to me about hypocrisy. [ He flings his law book off the table. ] What the hell do you want? What do you want?