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Phoebe couldn't control the confused look on her face. Buona donowho? Whatever it was she was pretty sure she didn't like the sound of it. Or anything else he said. Her delicate hands balled into fists. Ooh she was so angry! He was such a...such a...asshole! She immediately chastised herself internally for saying that even in her head. "Do you have cotton in your ears or are you just that stupid you...you...stupid-head!" she said angrily even as he started to walk away. "At least I am speaking a language you understand rather than whatever that stupid lamguage is coming out of your...stupid...face hole!!" Her voice had gone up in pitch the angrier she got. Also...insults...not her strong suit either obviously. Oh, he thought he could walk away huh? Nope. Now she was on a roll and it was...a little exhilarating! Phoebe marched behind him, right on his tail, which meant the door slammed in her face. She harrumphed and banged her fist on his door as hard as she could. "And for the record, Dumb-Dumb, I am not offended by pleasure, I am offended by manipulative idiots like you!!" she shouted so the sound would carry through the door jam for him to hear. At this point she was so angry tears were in her eyes and her limbs all shook. Satisfied she got as much of her point across, or as much of it as she could, she turned to leave. And by leave the narrator means stomp away like the mature young woman she was. At any rate, Phoebe had definitely found passion...not directed the right way but that was progress. She hoped Remi had alcohol because she needed it and his sane head to talk her down. Phoebe In a gentle way, you can shake the world