The Art of Hating You
"No, nah, nah. I saw it. It was so big and ugly.
Austin had a strong but very kind voice. " Ms Hovsepian, I mean you. There is no roach here. Stay calm and get off your ass.
Sara, however, just buried her fingers deeper into his neck and clung to him tighter. “NO NO! You till get that bugger off the premises, and THEN I’LL walk. Austin had long suffered the misery. "Ms. Hovsepian, there is no cockroach," he added while shouting more and more.