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local man fights heavily pregnant woman, more at 11

irritation. he irritated her. one eyelid twitched.

she thought to explain her situation - but the idea of making excuses to appease a willowy flyaway only made the black of her lips twitch and show herb-yellowed white.

"you. are. irrelevant." it came out a growl, her head bent so her eyes were in shadow. 

about half a dozen ways to voice her slowly boiling pot of anger went trough her head before she decided no, she would not waste words to a waste of good brain material.

she intended to pass him, walking with force and towards some spot on the horizon she couldn't see for the tilt of her head and the protrusion of her brows.