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Vingt-deux
SOPHIA MANSON.
"I'm going to show you how to not mess with a mafia boss." The guy said as he walked closer to me, around us there is a large crowd that has formed, I tried to think of a way to get out of this situation.
As he walked closer to me, I was thinking of defending myself. I took a step back, in
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