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Her mother stood there, both hands behind her. She smiled, but it scared Molly. She was twitching and shaking, eyes widened like a madman. Molly nervously asked what she wanted, and was granted with this monotone response:

"Molly, we haven't spent enough time together. But it's okay because now, we'll be together - forever."

Molly never heard the gunshot that killed her. When her stepmother fired the gun, she laughed.....

In that same, sick, maniacal, cackle.

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