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Chapter Sixty-Eight: The Breed of the Dying

“So…what? Do you want to take me out or something?” I joked.

Well, my version of a joke anyway.

The sound of the flickering of a lighter caused me to turn and face Monet, who already had a lit cigarette placed firmly on her lips.

“Are you allowed to do that?”

“Maybe not, but does it look like it changes anything?”

“I never pegged you for the pessimistic type.”

“Hmm…” she replied, then exhaled.

The smoke pooling from her mouth framed her face, obscuring her dejected expression for only a few seconds.

“I am dying, Annabelle.”

“No shit, though I have to admit, this is the first time I am seeing a person die because of a disease.”

“That’s rather cold-blooded, you brat!” she chuckled, then continued, “But, unfortunately for you, I am not ill, so I guess your goal has yet to be achieved?. I was poiso

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