Then the fight went out of control. It quivered their arms and legs and wrenched their faces into shapes of hatred, it urged them harder and deeper into each other’s weakest points, showing them cunning ways around each other’s strongholds and quick chances to switch tactics, feint, and strike again. In the space of a gasp of breath, it sent their memories racing back over the years for old weapons to rip the scabs off old wounds; it went on and on.
-Revolutionary Road by Richard Yates
Why does this seem all too familiar?
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