How Hate Changed Her
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- Chapitres 9
To be frank, I don't really know how or when it started. All I know is I came home one day to everyone crying their hearts out and that our sweet old neighbor Ms. Frau had died. Ever since her death things had been different. Everything that followed was death, mystery, hate, and a whole lot of drama.
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