Killing Renee 2: Perfect Weapon

Killing Renee 2: Perfect Weapon

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"She can't dress, she's annoying, and she thinks she is better than everyone. Worse yet she is kicking us out of the picture of being with our best friend." Harmony, Melanie, Gabby, and Nicole despise Renee Young, and they can't even stand to be in the same room with her. What happens when their fuse goes short and they have a meltdown? Will they go to jail for their meltdown? Or will they calm down before making a fatal decision. Or will they get away with it with the help from each other including Dean? I'll give you a hint it won't be the second one.
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