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"Watch where you're going, pip squeak," he growled down at me. I really wanted to throw a book a his head. No, my mind told me. No, don't do it. I did it. A four hundred and fifty three page novel, soaring through the sky, right at the back of his head. As the book made contact with his head, he spun around, his eyes narrowing down at me. Huh. It's like he knew it was me who threw a giant novel at his head. "Who do you think you are?" "I'm Alina Lupus. Nice to meet you, kid." "I'm going to brutally murder you." Well, this is quite the conundrum. -.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-. Meeting a gangleader isn't always easy. Especially when he wants to murder you.
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