Her Eyes ~ Jeff the Killer
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Last published Tue, Jun 14, 2016
My name is Ace Meril. And, yes, I'm a girl. An ordinary girl, with ordinary friends, ordinary looks, and ordinary life. Or at least, I could be. I should be. But I'm not. All because of that day...
Now I'm back for revenge, and nothing can stop me. Not even death itself.
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