Chapter Six Hundred Forty-Six

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“A. Snitch,” she echoes, her eyes filling once again before the drip sadness treks down the perfect flesh of her cheekbones. She shakes her head. “You’re an idiot,” she says with a scoff. “Because my brother would never snitch on you,” she spits, her eyes flashing with that disgust I’v...

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