One Hundred Three

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Ryan Lucas McMillan Jr My blood curdled at the sight of Anna. An overwhelming sense of bewilderment mixed with anger plagued me, and I couldn't make sense of what was going on. I stood rooted to the spot, not knowing what to do as I could not think straight. I stood up, my eyes darting to my b!tch of an ex. She was looking at me with a cunning smirk, her eyes wide and mischievous. I could almost hear her wicked chuckle as she licked her lips at me. "What the hell are you doing here in my building?" I asked, the veins on my neck bulging as I screamed the words out. "You don't have any reason to be here at all!" Anna Dupont laughed and walked slowly inside the room, her eyes locked on me, her hips swaying enticingly. She was dressed in a short, snug red dress and a white jacket, her hair

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