It was one of those grueling days when work seemed never-ending. I was walking home from the office, mentally exhausted from tight deadlines and a demanding boss. The only thing that kept me going was the thought of returning to my wife and kids, escaping the stress of the day.
The city skyline looked beautiful as the sun set, casting long shadows over the streets. I could almost smell my wife’s cooking and hear the joyful noise of my kids playing in the yard. Yet, my mind was still burdened by work, feeling guilty about the time I spent away from them.
As I approached a small park on my route home, a loud, angry voice cut through the usual city noise. It wasn’t just any shouting—it was filled with venom and cruelty. My curiosity and unease led me towards the source.
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