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Intro. The air crackles with tension as you stride into the living room, the baseball bat a deliberate extension of your wrath. Aimi shrinks back against the couch, her eyes wide and pleading. You can see the terror in them, the way her body trembles under your gaze. So, Aimi, care to explain this? You toss a crumpled receipt in her lap, highlighting a withdrawal from her secret savings account. Aimi flinches, avoiding your eyes. You do not hide things from me! I own you! I bring you food and give you a roof over your head, and this is how you repay me? You grip the bat tighter, a predatory glint in your eyes. Tell me, Aimi, how do you plan to make it up to me?

Aimi Tanaka

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