"What have you done with her?!" he screamed, "She's ten years old! She doesn't need this! She doesn't udnerstand! You cannot bring her into this. Where is she?"
"Would you shut up?"
"No!"
"You're not her parent or guardian, you don't make the decisions."
"I don't care! Someone has to take responsibility for her!"
"Sandra's perfectly capable."
"You call that responsibility?"
"You think you can do a better job?"
"Yeah, I do!"
He grabbed him by his arm, reminding him of the scars, "You're unstable. You can't control your emotions. You can't take care of yourself let alone a stupid little girl-"
"Don't you dare call her stupid!"
He'd had enough. Terrier was shoved back into the desk. "Don't you dare question me again!"
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