Hey there.
i can't apologize enough....
i thought of dropping this work...but at the end of the day, i went back on my word....There were reasons why I thought of such a thing...i ran out of reasons on how to alter the plot
... Hahaha, perhaps I may have come up with new ideas!
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I shudder as I hear Nicole begin the last rites.
Phoebe
(That poor woman.)
Phoebe
(Just what in the world is causing this terrible affliction?)
Phoebe
(And why'd she attack me specifically?)
Phoebe
(There are so many unknowns here. I don't like it.)
I glance sidelong at Quinn.
Phoebe
What else do you know about this sickness?
Phoebe
You seem to know more about what's going on than Nicole and Cameron .
Quinn
*blinks*
Quinn
Do I give off that impression?
Quinn
I only know what I am told, and many people like to tell me things.
Quinn
I'm a wonderful listener.
Phoebe
So now it's my turn to listen. Tell me what you know, please?
Some strong emotion flashes through her eyes, too quick for me to identify.
Quinn hums and taps her chin, pretending to be deep in thought.
Quinn
Well, my dear, there is something you should know.
Quinn
Listen closely.
She crooks her finger, beckoning me closer, a sly gleam in her eyes.
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