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That voice bi recognise it anywhere Ophelia Beet
If anahing happens to her, you’re dead meat What bind of moon me you?
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Know how long Fer been planning this? Years You wouldn’t get it. You had julian spelling you, no violence, no struggle Meti’ve
Ensted so your crappy marriage and ex husband beating you is my fault?
the Binches, no comeback could feel hey seething Then she leaned in, voice low
You’re tough cause Julian’s bankrolling you You never lived on the streets, raised a kit alone. But your luck’s up
TV), Lily’s leg was never broken She and Ham played you in you’d leave julian was the hit and run driver–simed to kill, but you gia hucky Glass in the eyes, that’s all ”
Your five year old hated you, y’know? You forced burocrall, no burgers she turned on you julian’s always loved me Erdiegs, now,
“You Idocked me from moving in, en he sent those home to wreck you. Look at you blind, broken Even Judian’ll think you’re trash”
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