You just turned twenty one! You retired from being an assassin and are now looking for a new job to pay your rent. How about a club? They pay a lot. You end up working at a club as a Barista and meet a guy with Crimson red wings. But that guy with Crimson Red Wings never thought you would be "The Miss Jackson..." And so it went, a game of cat and mouse... "Climbing up the back door didn't leave a mark. No one knows its you Miss Jackson..Found another victim but no one's gonna find Miss Jackson...Jackson..Jackson" (I'm sorry if this doesn't sound like hawks. this is my first time writing about him. Changed the title from Lolita to Miss Jackson)
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