"Get out!" she screamed at me again. She reached for anything in her room that she could get her hands on to throw at me. She threw her books, softballs, her iPod, and even the alarm clock on her dresser. She aimed hangers at me like daggers until her hands came up empty.
I took a step towards her, trying to find the right words to ……
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