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"UGH! Him! Must we speak of him...?" She tapped the liquor cabinet and grabbed the bottle of fire whiskey. "It was exactly what he deserved. Unfortunately he enjoyed it! Fool..." she grumbled. "As for what I did? Tortured him. Unforgivably. He however just proclaimed love when it was over and told me that was his favorite curse.

She slammed the bottle down on the table, a little harder then she meant to. He was a sore subject to talk about after all. "He's insane... and I loathe him..." Sending her bugs and locks of hair. Insanity! She was all for killing things, but you didn't send it to people! There was a line after all!

She took a deep breath opening the bottle. "I take it you don't care for him either...?" One could only hope, she thought pouring the liquid into their glasses. She had half a mind to just drink from the bottle and pass it to him. Though her mother and sister would have a fit if they ever found out. And in this house one was never alone. The pictures told on her every chance they got.

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