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Ophelia Williams acted mysteriously all day. She smirked mischeviously, her bold lips plumped. Even Frederic noticed, though he did not mention it, as he and Ophelia had plans. Unfortunately, horrible things happened to Ophelia after they had parted. Did their plans have something to do with it? Was it Frederic? Or someone else?
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