[The glass wall is nearby - he, in irritation, raises the hand closest to it and slams his palm against the glass, not even caring for the pain that sparks up against his arm.]
We haven't. I would remember it. What the hell did you even talk to me about, huh? Tell me that!
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We haven't. I would remember it. What the hell did you even talk to me about, huh? Tell me that!