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Without thinking, I walked over and stood at the bottom of the ladder,
keeping my weight on the bottom rung to stabilize it.
The last thing I wanted was for my mortal enemy to fall to her death.
Fucking with her was too much fun. It’d be a pity if she died by something
other than my hand.

Those two

Hopefully, by then, his family would be too far out in the fields for any
cell reception. A nice ten-mile walk to the farm would give him the
necessary time to reflect on his horrible personality.
The grin stayed on my face all the way to the hangar that housed my
sunshine yellow crop-dusting plane. Just call me Karma, Vaughan
Thompson.
Because I can be a real bitch.

Ohhh im gonna love this book