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... r. Her hair was frazzled and her clothes were ragged and dirty, the same as what her daughter was wearing.

“I’M NOT JOKING! I’LL BLOW HER BRAINS OUT!” she bellowed.

Her ‘hostage’ couldn’t cry out because the lady was covering her mouth. We could only see up to her eyes but it was also partially covered by her bangs. 𝗳𝘳𝐞e𝙬𝙚𝚋𝗻𝚘𝚟𝗲l.𝑐𝑜m

“I DID TELL YOU TO DO IT, RIGHT? DON’T LET US STOP YOU! WAIT! LET ME COME DOWN FIRST SO I COULD SEE IT MORE CLEARLY!” I shouted so ...

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