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Chapter Fifty-three

  Gwen approaches me with a wide grin plastering her face. She grabs a loose strand of my hair, twirling it around her finger. Instinctively, I yank my head away.

    "Mymy. Look what you have become," Gwen taunts, wagging her pointer finger back and forth.

    Ignoring her words, I spit out, "What do you want?" 

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