Out for Revenge
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Last published Sun, Jun 10, 2018
I take a sip of my sizzling hot Espresso when a whiff of air passes by me. Lowering my mug, a young woman takes the seat in front of me. Her features are bold, her silver eyes burning through mine, full of hate. Her pitch black hair reaches her hips, swaying as she settles in her seat.
"You killed my father."
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