[Tess just stands there a minute, her grip on the sledgehammer iron-tight and her jaw set and her heart hammering. She just feels mad about it, robbed of her time and robbed of being able to take it out on who deserves it most and robbed of even being able to feel satisfied over it.
She just kicks the wreckage of the guitar across the room. Mutters: ]
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She just kicks the wreckage of the guitar across the room. Mutters: ]
Fuck.