Twelve

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Micah stepped outta the shower and looked in the mirror. He didn't know what he saw, something horrible. Demented. Fucked up. He shook it off and smiled.

He didn't care any longer. He only wanted revenge, and nothing else mattered. He didn't care about Jes or anyone.

He was out for blood. And he didn't care who he had to kill. He was going to finish what he started.

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