only her miseries seemed to calm the monster within him, only her tears act as an ointment to his bruised ego
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As she held the gun in her hands, she realized she had never fired one before.
She knew she needed to practice before she could actually confront Bakugou.With a deep breath, she focused on the target in front of her. It was just a dummy, but in her mind, it represented everything she wanted to destroy.
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The image of Bakugou's face flashed in her mind again, his mocking smirk pushing her to prove him wrong.
Her first shot went wide, the recoil surprising her. The sound echoed in the empty shooting range, and she winced, realizing just how loud it was.
She adjusted her stance, remembering what she had seen in movies and on TV.
She focused all her anger and frustration into each bullet, imagining it hitting Bakugou right where it hurt the most.As she emptied the magazine, she realized her hands were shaking.
The girl realized that if she was going to carry out her plan, she needed a suppressor for the gun. She couldn't risk drawing attention to herself with the loud noise of gunfire.
The girl masked herself with a hoodie and sunglasses, trying to appear inconspicuous as she made her way to the local gun shop.
Her heart raced with nervousness as she approached the counter, where a burly man with a stern expression greeted her.
"Can I help you?" he asked, eyeing her suspiciously.
"Uh, yes," she stammered, trying to maintain her composure.
"I'm looking to purchase a gun suppressor"
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The man raised an eyebrow.
"Do you have a permit for that?"
Her heart sank as she realized her mistake. She had been so focused on getting the suppressor that she hadn't even considered the need for a permit.
Defeated, she left the gun shop empty-handed, her mind racing with frustration and fear
