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Fricken trick-or-treaters! Incessant pounding on my door. I can't concentrate. My nerves slowly unravel, a braid untied.
O God.
I must go through with it. It's all for Fabiola. I'm her only hope, I'm giving her a chance! I must.
Shh! Stop pounding on the fricken door! My head is throbbing. If those kids can't lay off the bell...
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