Anne’s eyes narrowed. She’d expected this, but it didn’t make it any more pleasant to hear. Her lip twisted in disgust, her rage and revulsion both radiating off her. Taking the few steps she needed to plant herself firmly in her father’s personal space, Anne snarled.
“I’m not asking for permission,” and without another thought to the soundness of her plan, Anne threw her weight into a punch aimed squarely at her father’s chest.
“I’m not asking for permission,” and without another thought to the soundness of her plan, Anne threw her weight into a punch aimed squarely at her father’s chest.
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