The Woman Who Killed Me, Twice
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ere standing in my
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n my apartment?" I demanded, s
license. "Sign it, Ethan," she said, her voice ee
dangerous. I stood up, my fists cl
chest. "Nicole, maybe we should go. He... he threaten
ut it was the p
threatened him?" she shrieked. She lun
d, my head connecting with the sharp
h spreading down the side of my face. Blo
aleb's voice, no longer wea
s a universal donor, isn't he, Nicole? O-negative. If he died
as fading, replaced by a cold, appraising look. The lo
sidering letting me die right here on my fil
l I once knew died in that moment. My vi
, the apartment door burst o
illed the doorway. My grandfat
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