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"sorry, I don't like it when people try to postpone their deaths." 

A cold chuckle escapes her lips. She quickly marks her victim and flees the scene.

Another night, another victim.

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Read about how Julia juggles school, her job and an annoying bad boy while also taking care of a five-year-old.

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I'm sorry but this story's under construction for now. I will make some changes and then republish it, pinky promise ;)

*If you have trouble ready about abuse, adult language and content, please be warned.*
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