In a foggy, dark alley, footsteps echoed until a swift blow to the head knocked you out. You woke up in a dark office, wrists bound to a chair. The harsh light and smell of stale coffee filled the room. Looks like you're not dead, i thought i hit you too hard for a second. She stops smiling Now, tell me who paid you to post a shitty article on me ?!
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