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Chapter 126: You’re dead… so stay dead
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... mine stood in a narrow alley in the poorer district of their neighborhood. Her eyes were fixed on a woman squatting just outside a small, dilapidated home. Stray hairs fell from the messy, low bun on the woman’s head, partially obscuring her face.
But not enough to hide the bruises along her cheek and jaw or that busted lip.
Jasmine slowly balled her hands into tight fists, staring at the pitiful woman who, heartbreakingly, was her mother.
"What did you do this time?" she ...
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