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JESSICA DURU








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It was July 28th, 1994. The year things had gone not like the way it should be.
“Hands above your head! Hands above your head!” Sound of sirens filled the air at the cops’ call. I wanted to flee, but had no place to go, knowing my end has come. “Hands… above… your… head!”
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The air was frightening cold and had this strange smell that made me cringe. The once busy road was now deserted, empty of people who once walked the busy streets, even at that time. It was only half past eight. Not yet late, but already as though it was an ungodly hour to walk. I was on my way home with my handbag clutched to my side. I had my hoodie on with hands tucked in warm gloves, walking hurriedly on the sidewalk. Guess I was scared myself as I simply couldn’t wait to be home, back in safe haven. I got my keys out from where I placed them, zipping my bag shut, as I moved as fast as my legs could carry me. It seemed like I was running from my own shadows. From everyone, and the world at large. My heart beat faster than I could count, with my breath as loud as I could hear. I hurried to my front porch, carefully sliding in the key as something caught my gaze. “Someone’s here.”

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[quote author=Jaylynn post=106616867]****CONTINUATION*****

The death of LUCAS SANIVARO—such a wonderful man. He was a philanthropist, and a great man as at that. The C.E.O of Sanivaro Imports, who had everything—anything a man could want.
He had the money.
The estate—and was worshipped by all, and was to be the next in line to all the people I had, buried in the earth.
Lucas Sanivaro, though the peoples’ man, was feared. But I, for one, feared no one.
“He’s on the move. Follow that car.”
“Copy that.”
It was August. I could remember vividly how we had planned our greatest hit.
“Anne. Anne, can your hear me?”
“Loud and clear, boss!” I replied like a Sergeant taking orders from his superior. “Oh, I have a good feeling this would be our best so far,”
My partner’s voice came in at the other line. “Oh, you bet!”
If only we knew what laid in store for us.
“I’m going in,”
The lead was taken as I followed, trying not to get seen by anyone. We were able maneuver ourselv

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A masterpiece you've got here, I gat ya back ride on.

Awwn, thank you so much. Thank you

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The old lady definitely paid for her greediness. This is super good, thanks for the update and pls mention me next.

Oh, you're welcome, dear. The old woman didn't know what was coming

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Sore, folks. Please the month here is June. Not August.

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Interesting keep it coming and mention me next

Are you guys wondering what the sequel holds?

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