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... t Fate held a personal grudge against me.
Not the casual kind—no, this was the kind that spans generations and ends in blood.
Even in my last life, it didn’t just screw me over, it did it with pleasure. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚
And this life was no different.
If I ever met the bastard who writes Fate, I swear, I would take a rusty iron pole and shove it somewhere anatomically creative. Sideways.
Anyway, the point was:
I was pissed. At that sh ...
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