Valentine's Revenge

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herself in a mirror, slightly disgusted. She took a sip of her coffee before taking a bite of her toast th

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coffee cup on the table. Her eyes wandered to a piece of paper with a p

r ex-boyfriend's name on a piece of paper and stabbing right through

t and sipping from her coffee

he had hate in her. She was filled with anger and lust for revenge every morning she woke up. She would always pl

killing him, but she wasn't sure she had enough hate to dr

d the name Randal Meyers, she stabbed the paper, again and again. She u

he had to deal with every day; questioning herself as to why what happened happened. Most time

it, completely. Now Randal Meyers was living in some mansion he bought, spending the money he stole from her wit

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me once more when her doorbell rang. A confused look was on her face,

ed towards the front door, "Elsa is that you?

r. The face she saw was the most unrecognizable

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urning to her senses. "Ye