The Perfect Revenge

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ess. Almost all my apps and contacts had been deleted

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the silence. " You know what? I have thought long an

to another place and like start afresh. Like you know get married to a foreigner and pop out a whole f

laugh, feeling o

drifted throu

nd of the world, Ms. Jeff

ers, clattering noisily agains

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t breath and he had whisper

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mach k

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isappointed. "You have today to retu

pped, my voice shaky despite

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athes filled the em

intake of breath. "Look, see, I know you are having fun playing villain, and you are on

whispered. "Your life wouldn'

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thered thro

hrough gritted teeth, every m

me, S

ne wen

as I felt my leg give way beneath me. The world blurred, tipping me

s everything that had just happ

and fraying nerves, i a

voice rang out, fa

r me, " Thank God

p short, Sky, but you have to return to Manhattan no

ed in my gut. "This is

er the phone, Sky, but you need to hurr

ded. "What is going

ow." His voice was sharp, ur

t flat, beeping twice

g frantically, and I could hear the

I whis

carelessly on the kitchen counter as I scurried out, barely

, my vision blurry with unshed tears as I hurried towar

rang behind me as I bou

g my suitcase open as I hastily stuffed my clot

tered, mistakenly j

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o, mom." I s

"Won't you at least tel

lt gnawing in

heart to tell her, but I kne

iss on her forehead. My voice barel

was gone, frayi

foot in Manhattan, my whol

eady to consume an