Arianne offered Mark the miller porridge. “Here, have some porridge. It's good for the stomach.”
Mark didn’t look at her. “Get out.”
She didn’t budge an inch. “Uncle Henry is packing as we speak. Is there really no room to talk this out?”
Mark massaged the place between his eyes, and his voice filled with impatience, “Don’t make me repeat myself.”
Arianne silenced herself but didn’t leave.
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