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“Fuck,” Janice groaned, coming out of her trance. She wasn't supposed to be detected. Now the evil bitch knew she could travel along the thread where her enemy lived. The element of surprise was shot.
She took a deep breath. “This changes nothing. Just stick to the plan, girlie.”
“You talking to yourself in there, Rosse?” A voice called from outside her cell. It was one of the male guards, a tall, weaselly man who was barely old enough to shave. Janice had never quite gotten his name, but he seemed fairly harmless.
“Sorry sir, but how else could I get some intelligent conversation in this place?”
The guard laughed, “Just keep it down in there, 'fore I get in trouble for letting you bother the other inmates.”
“Yeah, we wouldn't want that,” Janice sneered, and the guard laughed again.
This changes nothing, Janice repeated, quietly in her head thi
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