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... a wicked grin, the one which I loathed seeing in her lips. Her insolent attempt to drag my dead daughter's name burnt me with rage.
Ignoring the furious glare I shot her, she slipped the bloodied gloves out of her fingers and threw them across the floor. I was so damn sure that the blood belongs to me.
No matter how I soothe myself with my logical reasoning, the bubbling rage inside me just won't go away.?I was so mad that I could kill her if my fingers weren't bound.
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