by Robert Gryfft
"I didn't mean it. You know I'd never--"
"Why're we even having this conversation? I thought we agreed! Never fight in front of the kids!" She rubbed her face. "Just get out."
He stammered. "I just wanted a bowl of cereal!"
She pierced him with her gaze. "Not that cereal. It was her favorite."
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