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I screamed, Dan holding my arms. I kicked his knee and ran. She was there, the person that ruined my life. Dan was shouting at me to stop, but I couldn't stop. I'd been stopped for my whole life and I'd had enough. She ran but she was too slow. I held the knife to her neck and waited for her to say her last god forsaken words.
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