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❛ 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 ❜ ─── chapter seventeen! ❫
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017. ╱ ✹ ⠀⠀ ❝ dug yourself a grave, no surprise. . . should've known better, so now, it's time that you die in it. ❞
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A GRIMACE HAD BEEN PRESENT ON KYNLEE MANRAL'S FACE FOR OVER A MINUTE. The dulcet tones of Andi Manral, Malik Cyrus, and Ibrahim Fadel angrily shouting on the other end of the call had been filling Kynlee's ears for longer than she'd like. She heavily regretted asking Tara if she could use her phone to call Pa and quickly check in.
Heavily.
The loud and angry voice of Malik reverberated on the opposite end of the call. "Girl... What in the fuckin' hell is wrong with you?! Are you tryin' to give Andi a heart attack? Us?!"
