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Sixty-first Run

"You dare to lay a hand on my cousin-in-law?" Hannah's voice was filled with venom, her words dripping with disdain. "You have no right to even breathe the same air as them after what you've done."

Marga's expression twisted with hatred as she glared back at Hannah, her lips curling into a sneer. "You think you can judge me?" she spat, her voice dripping with venom. "You're nothing but a bunch of freaks and deviants! A guy dating a guy? Ha! What freaks!" she yelled.

Her words cut deep, slicing through the air like a knife as Liam and Brandon exchanged a pained glance. The venom in Marga's voice was visible, and her hatred was radiating off her in waves as she unleashed a barrage of hurtful words aimed squarely at them.

She humiliated her; how could she endure those things? She hadn't been treated like that before!

But as Marga's rant continued, Brandon's patience wore thin. With a steely resolve, he ordered the others to secure the doors and windows, his voice commanding and unwaverin
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