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"Enid, please!" Wednesday begged, one hand clutching her chest. "Please, what did I do wrong?!"
"You want to know what you did wrong, Addams?!" Enid screamed, standing over the sobbing Wednesday. "You existed in my life!"
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"I'm so sorry! I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" The goth sobbed, taking in a shaky breath.
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"I'll show you sorry, you bitch. Your only redeeming quality is your mortality. I hope you die." With that she walked out of the room, suitcase in tow.
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Wednesday coughed, blood dripping down her lips, falling to the floor. The next breath she took in was too wet for her comfort.
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"Please..." She whispered as she fell onto the floor, allowing the crimson to leak and puddle around her.
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This all make sense in the next chapter
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