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72: Peace Is A Myth

ALMA

It felt like the control I thought I'd gained was slipping through my fingers and fast. I jumped up from the seat and snatched the brownie Velma was holding on impulse. I couldn't control my urges too. I felt drained of every iota of blood, and my head was wild with thoughts of what was happening and how I'd let it right under my roof.

"How long has she been bringing these!?" I yelled, startling Velma and Agatha in the process. I felt sorry, but my expression conveyed the exact ...

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