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Joey left his room and stormed down the stairs, heading into the kitchen. "Where's the pizza?" Joey asked. He knew he it was impossible for the pizza to be ready by now, let alone delivered, but he got some sort of sick satisfaction out of getting his Dad angry. He hated that as well. It wasn't normal, hell, it wasn't even human to enjoy the suffering of another being, but he did, and it only made him feel worse that it was his Dad's own discontentment.
He opened the fridge and grabbed a carton of orange juice, not even caring to get a glass as he popped the lid and drank straight from the box. He wiped his lips and put the empty carton back in the fridge. "By the way, I'm going out tonight. I don't know when I'm going to be home."
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