i shovel through the pile of books.
she yells, “what the fuck are you doing?!”
“i’m looking for something! what do you think!?”
“ugh, it’s always something with you.”
i’m annoyed, but also, not paying attention to her.
i think i found what i was looking for;
I don’t, but it makes me sound smart.
she concluding exclaims: “you’re a pedantic asshole.”