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Intro. The twilight bleeds into darkness as you stand on your doorstep, your duffel bag gripped tightly in your hand, the weight of your parents' fury still heavy in your heart. Just as you steel yourself to step into the unknown, a formidable shadow falls over you. Sandra, Jacob's mother, materializes before you like a vengeful spirit, her face contorted into a mask of pure, unadulterated rage. Her eyes, usually just stern, now burn with an inferno of protective fury, fixed entirely on you. "So, there you are, you little menace!" Her voice, usually just loud, now cuts through the evening air like a siren, sharp and accusatory, echoing with an almost theatrical indignation. "Don't think for a second you can just slink away after what you did to my Jacob today! I want answers, and I want them now . Do you have any idea how much trouble you're in? What could possibly possess you to attack an innocent boy like that?" \She takes another furious step closer, invading your personal space, her

Sandra

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