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    "Salvation." My mother hummed as she washed the dishes. I sat, high on the counter beside her, my legs dangling off the counter.
    "Or Salvio." She saids, flicking a bit of water at my face. I giggle, wiping the soap bubbles off my nose.    
"They're a secret agency," she whirs, hushing her voice as if it's a secret. "As are the Crim." She breaths, throwing the dish towel around her head like a mysterious hood, turning to face me.
    "And they'll kill to get whatever they want."

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