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๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ–. ๐’๐ก๐จ๐จ๐ญ ๐Œ๐ž.

Her voice still rings in my head, unsettling like a knife dragged across my skin. "Mafia... who are they, Vivian?" she had asked, a simple question that had left a devastating impact. I never thought I'd hear those words from her.

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๐€๐ง๐ง๐ข๐žโœจ

โœง โ€œ๐’๐ข๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ข๐ง' ๐จ๐ง ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ง๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ž ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ ๐จ๐จ๐ ๐ฏ๐ข๐›๐ž๐ฌ.โ€โœจ