The toothbrush clunked into the wastebasket. The woman's eyes were red and swollen. She sniffled, and blew her nose.
The man stood in the bathroom doorway, his mouth open, his eyes blank, "I'm sorry, I don't know why I did that."
"You said that you'd never lay a hand on me."
"I know, I'm sorry. How can I make it up?"
She said nothing.
He held out the ring, "Here you can keep it."
She swatted it out of his hand, "I don't want it now."
The man's face turned red, his fists clenched at his sides. She backed away.
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