~Deception~

~Deception~

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Thalia Anderson, best friend of Renesmee Valdez come back to Malaysia to create memories with her, But did she really come to spend some quality time with Renee or is there another reason for it? The bizarre and puzzling behaviour of Thalia creates suspicions and curiosity to Renee. "Hello? Renee?" "Hey Thalia! Look your...". "Renee can I call you ones I've landed, the air hostess is going berserk trying to get everyone to switch off their devices". "Whaa..? You..you're on the plane!?". "Yes I am". "But..". "Renee I really have to go, bye". Are all this unearthly behaviour natural? Or does it have a deeper darker meaning? Will this friendship continue after Thalia's dark truth comes to light? Will any of this unanswered questions be answered?
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