Too Late To Beg: The Scapegoat's Revenge

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my movements methodical desp

have been passed out in Roxy's bed, sleeping through the al

d to stop by before head

ry foundations of the building, kicking the do

, his eyes bloodshot and wild, hi

He thinks the world w

he asked, stepping

lay my Letter of Recommendation

years of being the top student, the "math prodig

ven this up to run his bo

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arm. His grip

ng my personal space. "You think you can just walk a

a job place

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my chest-or at least, the perfor

digging through the contents until

was embossed in gold, shi

he air mockingly. "This

id, my voice dropping

where I say it i

enging me to fight him, to scream,

rate motion, he began to

r ripping was louder than a

l my ticket to freedom was nothing bu

he pieces

nting with malicious innocenc

rembled at

on her knees, trying to tape the pieces back toge

ed the paper set

new somethi

o be raided by the FBI in exactly three weeks.

me; he had unwittingly given me the perfect alib

He thinks he just cli

at him, my e

done?"

. He couldn't understa

he growled, unsettled

tourage trailing behin

but not to f

ces and dropped the

ked down the hall to th

ed thre

nsigliere, a man of ice

f defeat into my voice. "I don't want the Legal placemen

et job. Unno

de assets, to move my parents'

dded, impressed by

choice,

out of th

trapped me in

locked himself in the