Forgetting the door was locked, she tugged on the handle to
no avail. Her face dropped into her palm with a sigh; she unlocked the door and
exited her room. The phone lay askew on the floor well below the small gash
mark it had left upon its collision with the wall. Lovely. Richard had apparently
taken his vengeance upon the telephone. One could only imagine what his wrath
might be toward the speaker who had been on the other end of the conversation.
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