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183... “I feel like driving a knife into his chest, I hate his guts!”

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Ann got into her apartment after jerking back from her deep thoughts.

She went in and was surprised that the house was empty. She thought Becky was back yet because she told her not to stay out late.

“Becky!” Ann called out dropping her bag on the chair and checking for Becky in the other rooms.

She then confirmed that she wasn't back yet.

“This is past 9pm already, why doesn't she listen?” Ann muttered as she got her phone and began dialing Becky's number.

It kept ringing but she didn't pick her call, Ann called her five times but it was still the same result.

“Why is she not picking up? Must she get me worried all the time? I don't want to even start imagining wild thoughts about the reason why she isn't back home yet.” Ann muttered as she threw her phone on the sofa after dropping a text for Becky.

She went into the room and decided to change into a baggy top and shorts.

“I'm so tired right now and the funny part is that I can't drive to her company. I hope she isn
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