In my roaring rage, I wrung his right rhomboid around a ringing rotor, which resulted in him receiving a ridiculously red rug rash which ran along the rigid edge of both his raw, wrangled radii. He lay writhing on the floor... then reluctantly wriggled towards the wreck that was his room, and reached for his wretched Republican wristband.
What was I to do???
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