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... pering cunt, used my own mother to kill me. That pig-shit-eating uncle of mine.
God, I wish I could wrap my hands around his throat and squeeze until his eyes pop out. The rage burns hotter than the poison in my veins. If only I knew. Such a naive bastard I have been.
He had disappeared suddenly and appeared like this.
FUCKK!!
"You’re still so energetic," a female voice commented, sounding amused.
Wait, what?! I froze.
Wait a minute—wasn’t I suppos ...
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