Uttering a few unintelligible words I don't yet possess the language to articulate the emotion, the loss, the anger.

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Uttering a few unintelligible words I don't yet possess the language to articulate the emotion, the loss, the anger.
Those first rumours of his affairs, I went over one Sunday afternoon. I was startled, realizing that he is a stranger.
I took possession of my anger and I cannot stop myself.