[ He grits his teeth, fists clenched and looking tense. But — it's not worth it. Not here. Not when he has yet to fully articulate the specific reason for the anger. So instead he throws his hands up, who cares? whatever, and turns to stalk away. The twins can stay. It's a large city, there are plenty more beautiful people to pull up his mood, after the most important one has dragged it through the mud. ]
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