The Debt of Deception

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nt and up the stairs, bangi

_Caroline," whose real name I didn't even know, stood there

ked, a smirk on her face.

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her audience. "Guys, my neighbor is trying to kill

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ake more money in one of these 'annoying' livestreams than y

d the door

nd furious. The bass kicked

wn to my apartment, her

f these livestreams than y

m. I looked at the boxes of supplies, the

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