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"You shouldn't let anger get the best of you, brother," I tried to advise him.

"Oh, of course not, that's not going to happen," he murmured, sipping the remnants of his drink.

"The point is, you should calm down, go and expand your social networks just like she..."

"She doesn't expand her social networks; she's known him since she was seventeen!" he shouted in frustration, but I continued to look at him impassively.

"You should relax," I said with a shrug, finding it impossible to understand his nervous breakdown.

Wasn't it his idea? He should just speak the truth, express his true feelings, and that's it.

I know it's easier said than done, but it was the best way out instead of going around throwing punches.

"Is he holding her hand?" he asked through gritted teeth. "This is over."

I sighed and decided to get him out of there before the situation turned into a bloody and unpleasant scene.

I took care of dragging him out of the café and then let him run free, like a caged animal.

"Just