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... creaming hysterically.
Sylvan Cheney paused, his lips curling slightly.
"Who have you seen today?" Sylvan Cheney tapped the steering wheel, asking indifferently, the depths of his eyes swirling with a chilling luster.
"I haven’t seen anyone; can you please drive faster, I feel so awful..." Jasmine Yale clutched her sweater, her small face scrunched up, her long eyelashes fluttering non-stop.
It felt as if her whole body was on fire; if it weren’t for Sylvan Cheney ...
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