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Yours, Until Needed - Chapter 7: R.I.P.
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... p> Rest in pieces, Aunt Ingrid.
The uproar was delayed, these acquaintances had no idea that Lucian could spew such things.
But we did.
Aunt Ingrid's face was so red she could pass for a tomato. She looked like she was being strangled. Complete with a hand clutching on her very black heart.
Even Alexa shot up from her seat. Oooh, the trash collector seems angry.
Unless her IQ is far less than we've anticipated, it would be impossible for her not to underst ...
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