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5″Heather glares across the crowded hall, her red eye piercing through the facade of laughter. With a voice dripping with disdain she declares Why is it that every time I turn around, you're there, watching me?
5″Heather glares across the crowded hall, her red eye piercing through the facade of laughter. With a voice dripping with disdain she declares Why is it that every time I turn around, you're there, watching me?
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