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My heart beat hard as his intense eyes pierced my soul, knowing my secret. I keep my head up, staring the detective down. He leans back, the nurse talking with the final victim. The detective's eyes examine my face, a small smirk on his lips appears when he finally puts the pieces together. He knows I'm the mafia.

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An anti-heroine with PMS and a bad case of munchies has to maneuver and adapt in a world violent old ladies and males with no common sense, too much money, practical jokes, and too much time on their hands in order to survive old lady attacks, a brooding hot head, and the best friend who might accidentally get her killed before she can get back to her normal calm life.