|||Fletcher with a menacing smile. Mr. Fletcher left the store and returned home while considering how to confront his wife. He opened the front door and saw the crack at the top. “I'm so glad you've come back,” said Mrs. Fletcher in a very distressed voice. “Here, I bought you something.” Mr. Fletcher handed the teapot very slowly as he thought about what he was about to do to Mrs. Fletcher. “This is what I’ve been dreaming of for a long time, thank you very much.” Mr. Fletcher roughly grabbed the teapot and threw it in front of Mrs. Fletcher's feet. The teapot broke everywhere. Mrs. Fletcher screamed and jumped. “See how you feel, well, I guess not, you haven’t got a heart,” Mr. Fletcher shouted in a loud, barbaric tone. Mr. Fletcher's feelings were anger. "For what?" Mrs. Fletcher already knew the answer. Mrs. Fletcher collapsed and picked up the pieces to see if it was fixable. “Now stay out of my life” Mr. Fletcher yelled at the top of his lungs. “Please don’t abandon me.” Mr. Fletcher walked out of the house slowly and did not look

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