Maan stood there with his hands on his hips, taking a deep breath that seemed to carry the weight of his frustration. I could feel his annoyance like a palpable force. Why did I always have to mess things up? Here I was, at the police station because of my own foolishness. My heart raced, and I could see the flames of anger flickering in his eyes. I couldnโt help but feel a rush of shame as I sat across from him, my cheeks burning.
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