Day Seventy-Three…
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The restroom was engulfed with heavy tension. Monica stood, her hand pressed against the stinging imprint on her cheek. The resounding slap from Jane's hand lingered not just as a physical sting but a blow to her wounded pride. The most hated person in her life could easily slap her like this, the sound of the impact still reverberating in her ears.
"You again! I'll sue you for assaulting me over and over again!" Monica screamed at Jane. As tears welled in her eyes, the cold tiles seemed to amplify the ache in her chest. She wanted to fight back but she was helpless in front of Jane.
'If I only have the poison needle, I can kill her right here right then!' Monica thought to herself, her angry eyes directed at Jane.
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