Leona thinks that anger is a white hot spring that lurks in the bottom of her stomach. Like an underground spring, it innocently lurks, unseen and unacknowledged until it burst. Like one of those hot springs at the Yellowstone Park. It just blows. At first, it is cleansing this eruption, like lancing a cyst. But later, it leaves you feeling unclean, exposed, and ugly.
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