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... lacking on the polished floor with every irritated step. The sound echoed like tiny hammers of frustration. She wasn’t walking—she was stomping. Her hair, which had once been carefully pinned, had fallen loose from running around, tumbling over her shoulders in wild waves that made her look like some beautiful, furious madwoman. Not that she cared. Actually, she did care. But not right now. Right now, she was too angry.
"Where’s that goddamn idiot bastard?" she muttered under her breath, ...
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