Brody placed his hands on his hips and looked down. There was no one else to blame but himself. He knew his temper would one day put him in trouble, but this was spinning wildly out of control. Keisha had given him many subtle clues that she had something up her sleeve. He had warned Amahle about her friend numerous times, but Amahle always felt that he was just trying to get her to abandon all of her friends and family; however, he was right in the case of Keisha; she was not a good friend. And as far as he could see, she wasn’t even a decent human being. “I don’t know what game you think you are playing or what you think you know.” “I know that this is Amahle’s bloody shirt!”
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