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71. Over
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2021-12-27 23:26:13Zia Scott felt an inexplicable ominous feeling when the incessant gunfire just outside where they were held had come to an end. And listening to the conversation of the two men, it just fueled her perturbation.
“Did she really get caught?” she thought to herself. For one, she wasn’t even certain if the intruder they were referring to was indeed Gray, but she could not think of anybody else reckless enough to invade enemy territory without a thorough plan or with the help of the police.
In the midst of her overthinking, she felt a light dab on her shoulder. She looked beside her.
“Fireworks done?” asked Elreese bemusedly.
“I guess so,” she answered.
Elreese broke into a smile. “That’s good.”
LeemaBang bang into the room~ I wonder who is hit this time? I feel like dying right now so I think it's me hahaha.
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