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"Welcome." Says a cold and dry girl voice. "Welcome."

"Hi darling." Crooked Man says with a crooked smile and a screechy voice. "Did we make you wait too long?"

"No,no. You have what I want after all. Who I want."

That sends shivers down my spine. I have to get out. Soon. Very soon.

I stare at the girl who looks not more than 17. She has black hair. Just like the man had said. Her white dress hanging from her fragile shoulders. She looks so defenseless. No wonder she wants another body.

Pity. It's what I feel right this moment. Something I'm absolutely not supposed to feel. Something wrong to do. But I can't help it.

"Hi, girl." She says, slipping me off of my thoughts. "Monica, was it?"

"Y-yeah...Mary?"

She smiles.
Even her smile is weak, I say to myself.

"Yes, I am Mary."

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