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❛ 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒍 ❜ ─── chapter twelve! ❫
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012. ╱ ✹ ⠀⠀ ❝ dug yourself a grave, no surprise. . . should've known better, so now, it's time that you die in it. ❞
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"IBRAHIM, DON'T FUCKIN' TEST ME. I'LL HANG UP ON YOU RIGHT NOW." Kynlee Manral threatened as she walked across Blackmore University's campus. One hand was holding her phone to her ear while the other was rubbing her temple in order to ease the budding headache.
The voice of Ibrahim Fadel reverberated on the other end of the call. "It's a simple yes or no, Lee-Lee. Do you or do you not—"
"I swear to God if you don't put Pa on the goddamn phone—"
