(The vote count is looking rather grim, ^_^, if any brothers or sisters have votes, please lend me your support)
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Yves King returned home, it was already past eleven at night. Yet, he saw that the coffee table was just as he had left it. He guessed that this time, Faye Owen was truly angry.
However, he didn't care much about it. The frustration he was feeling earlier had dissipated quite a bit after he had given someone a good beating. Whistling, he heated up some food, stirred it around, and then began to watch TV while relishing his late-night snack. In addition, he also had a little bit of alcohol to enjoy.