I DON'T think he sleeps in his room tonight. After we got into a fight about Marco, he just walked away and leave the house.

While I was making fried chicken, I was singing along to the lyrics of a song.

It's his decision whether or not to dine here. I just shrugged my shoulder.

After I cooked my dinner the door swung open behind me.

I was in a state of fear since I didn't expect him to return with a few goods in his hands. He put the can goods one by one to the cabinets.

Instead of responding, ...