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She then tried once again but it was just the same… last, she did try it again but still, no one is answering.
“I told you, they were busy,” Samantha said.
“Geez, those people. Useless.” It’s Helen. “Anyway, how are you feeling?” Helen asked as she turned her attention to Sam.
“All good. But a little bit dizzy.”
“Why do you have to faint—shoot I almost forgot, you hate seeing blood.”
Samantha nodded; she was afraid of blood. She’s hemophobic.
“Did they dispatch that thing already?” Sam asked as she was talking about the cat’s head.
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