Alpha Emmaline
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Alex sat on the cold floor in prison as he kept counting the minutes left before Lincoln arrived and attempted to beat him up.
As Alex sat on the cold prison floor, he couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. He had managed to plant fear in Lincoln's mind, and he reveled in the chaos he had created. He knew that Lincoln would come for him, driven by anger and desperation, but Alex was prepared. He had anticipated this moment and had a plan in motion.
Meanwhile, Lincoln rushed through the corridors of jail, his mind consumed by anger and worry. Every passing second felt like an eternity as he made his way to the holding cell where Alex was being kept. He couldn't bear the thought of
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