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Just staring at her right now is causing an extreme amount of rage to rise inside of me. Going after me wasn’t enough, now she’s going after a three year old. How can someone be so wicked?
"How does it feel to see me seated here, chained to this table like an ordinary criminal?" I have no time to listen to her mindless talks and I don’t intend to listen to it either.
"I’ll go straight to the point, aunt Evelyn. Where is my son?"
A boisterous laugh echoes throu ...
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