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As I sprinted down the stairs and out the door, I grabbed the lipstick. The lipstick that had killed my best friend. I was tempted to scrape out the contents and throw it all in the trash, but I knew this was the only way to expose Alexandra Perez Val Reye as the monster that she is.
As I threw myself into the car I immediately drove off without even trying to buckle my seatbelt. I was driving to the nearest, and quickest test lab. I was getting the evidence to sue AND get this killer in jail.

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When I had submitted a sample of the killer lipstick they told me the testing would take a bit, but when they said a 'bit' I hadn't expected TWO WEEKS. But then here I was, finally picking up the test.
"What is your name, miss?" The manager asked.
"It is Rachel, sir. Rachel Ray-Anderson." I replied in such seriousness that tall the workers there seemed very intimidated.
"Rachel Ray-Anderson, please go to room 302, and pick up the bag that is in the slot." A robotic voice said from the speakers. Though the voice shocked me, I didn't flinch like how I would normally.
I had made a mental pact with myself that I would never display any emotion. No more tears, never are happy. I didn't deserve it, I couldn't be happy with Chloé dead.
As I briskly walked to the front of room 302, I reached into the slot. I grabbed the bag and silently left the lab without saying anything.

It was time for revenge.

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