Airport

"t wasn't my fault, why do you have to lied to me. After seeing the post I wanted to confirm it and you lying in that process makes it look real" Tense and tension filled the room as he responded to the accusation. His voice laced with frustration, he vehemently denied any wrongdoing. Anger etched across his face, he clenched his fists tightly, stepping closer with an air of determination. The force of his blow landed square on the other person's face, sending shockwaves through the atmosphere. He grabbed onto the offender's suit, his gaze stern and unyielding, a reflection of his intense emotions.

With a stern edge to his voice, Stephen issued a fervent plea, “You better pray she comes back here alive, or else you would hate me." Acting on instinct, he forcefully pushed anyone in his way, urgently making his way towards the garage. The urgency of the situation brought everyone outside, and they desperately attempted to halt Stephen's progress. Despite their best efforts, they couldn'
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