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Chapter sixty-nine (II).
Almighty Mike:
Shit had hit the fan quite faster than I expected it to. The look in Angel's eyes when I was done basking in the pleasure of ending the bitch's life and finally noticed her standing a few feet into the room, that look would scar me for life. I was sure.
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