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Revenge In The Disguise Of Karma
Author: EL JHAY
last update2025-08-17 11:47:50

Hannah returned to the bench with a fluffy swirl of cotton candy in each hand, the pink and blue strands glistening under the park's dim lamps. She handed one to John with a tentative smile, trying to lighten the mood after the chaos they'd just escaped. "Here, something sweet to wash away that bitter taste Richard left. You okay? You look like you're a million miles away."

John took the cotton candy, forcing a nod as he tore off a piece. The sugary fluff melted on his tongue, but it did little to quell the storm raging inside him. "Yeah, just... processing. That guy's a piece of work. Throwing people out like garbage... it's not right."

She sat closer, her shoulder brushing his. "I know. I've seen the Fergusons pull strings before, but this? It's heartless. Those families... where are they supposed to go? We should do something. Maybe I can pull some Prestwick connections, talk to the matriarch. She's no saint, but she hates injustice more than anyone."

John glanced at her, appreciat
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