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Tales_OfA_Wallflower

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Parts 28
Time 3h 35m

Reads 2,339
Votes 65
Parts 28
Time 3h 35m

Tales_OfA_Wallflower

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"If you want to get rid of her you need to out smart her," she said looking into space. That caused me to look up in shock at the outburst. "You can't get rid of the devil," the words slipped out before I could stop them.

Karen isn't like a normal person.Something isn't right with her, you could tell by the gleam in her eye. She gets obsessed and eventually wants to become you. When she wants something she will make it happen.

And what she wants is them dead.All Rights Reserved

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The experiment.

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