C H A P T E R T W E N T Y - N I N E: >>>RONNIE<<<

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It's Willow. It's been 50 years since I saw her up and moving. No wonder she was malfunctioning. Her face is skin colour, but the paint is peeling, her cheeks are purple and so are her lips, her eyes are big with long eyelashes with pink eyeshadow, her eyebrows are arched, her hair is metal and painted dark pink, her eyes are a mixture of green and yellow, her body is thin and curvy, she wears a torn black and white old dress with a hat matching it sitting on the side of her tied up hair. Her eyes are turning red and she lunges forward with her long claws, it slashes my chest and then she slashes again. My reactions are getting slower by the second. My vision is blacking around the corners. My mechanical arm is feeling like a stick I can't feel. She slashes her claws through my arm and it rolls onto the floor. 

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