Jane
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Ongoing5m
Last published Wed, Jul 7, 2021
"Such a pretty little thing." He said to his partner.
"A pitty she's gonna be wasted on him." He shook his head as he killed the engine. They had to work fast, the Ndlovu estate was a nearly impermeable fortress. They were lucky enough to this close without being spotted.
He hopped out of the van and with the help of his partner they dumped the girl's body and sped off into the night.
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