Chapter thirty one : Friends or foes amidst the woes,
Who are your friends who are your foes, who knows? When friends sometimes look like foes?
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The woman swallowed dryly with great unease. You could see on her face that she was in quite a predicament, and she did not want to be here, listening to this, being within this space and within this conversation. But Becca refused to let her go, even as she looked over her shoulder warily That the guards might see them talking and wonder what they've been talking about at the corner for so long. But they could not see them. They were at a very secured corner, and she knew her to be fast.
"I will have it prepared for you." She trembled, and she promised, but Becca could smell some deceit from her.
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