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Theatrical Regression Life - Chapter 50
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... had rarely dealt with tools directly. Occasionally, she had climbed up on a chair to change a light bulb at home, but she never had occasion to use a blunt tool like the hammer she was holding now.
Especially not using the hammer as a weapon like she was doing now.
Thunk.
Ha.
Her breath trembled as it escaped.
Was there more ivy?
Yes, its hard to see because it blends in with the grass and leaves.
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