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008, HE'S NOT LYING
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SIMON AND ANNABELLE WERE Helping jesden with locking the doors and closing the curtains once they got to Deena's house.
"It doesn't make sense, it's. . . It's not possible." Sam said as Simon closed an curtain by the window "bullets didn't stop her."
Kate looked at same "amazing observation."
"Who the hell was that?" Deena asked, looking at both Annabelle and Simon, who was locking the door.
"How the hell should I know? She. . . She was hot!" Simon told them and Annabelle nodded at him "I don't know! The bitch seemed normal!"
"Well, he's not lying, she's very hot." Annabelle sat on one of the couch, making Deena look at her.
"Not the time." Kate told the Burnett to which she nodded and muttered an 'okay'.
"Yeah, well I hate to break it to you, both, but normal bitches don't bleed black fucking blood!" Deena broke it down to them which Annabelle pouted at.
"She was very hot though. . ." Said girl muttered under her breath hoping no one heard her.
Simon looked at deena and continued the argument "well, she was hot and normal until she attacked me with a fucking razor blade!"
Josh looked up as he said that "wait. What. . . A razor?"
"Yeah, for like old-timey shaving or in this case, I guess, slitting her—"
"Wrists." Annabelle nodded as Josh said that, with an hum "she slashed her wrists." Everybody looked at the younger boy as Simon visibly calmed down just an bit, going near Annabelle to hold her hand, lacing it with his "was she singing something? Was she singing a song, like and oldie. . . Like an oldie song?"
