Forty eight

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Forty eight Fallon paced around in her small room... There wasn't even space to pace for her. She hated this feeling. She hates the fact that this is happening to her. She couldn't wait until she get her hands around Annabelle, she would kill that girl and she doesn't need the help of any weapons. Her hands will do the job perfectly well and it might help salve her wounded spirit but then again, she had been ordered to stay away from Annabelle and she knew that a lot of people were watching her moves so she couldn't do the job but one thing is certain. Annabelle need to go and by go, she doesn't mean driven away. No. Annabelle had ruined her life so much to still be alive. For what Annabelle had done to her, she deserved to die but Fallon didn't trust anyb

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