'That does it. I have better things to do than to stand here and take your insults.' I pushed him out of my foyer, into the hall, slammed the door closed, and threw the bolt. I pressed my nose to the door and looked through the peephole.
Morelli grinned at me.
'This is war,' I yelled through the door.
'Lucky for me,' Morelli said. 'I give good war.' The End
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