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Chapter Five-1
Chapter Five Paige awoke the next morning feeling as if a lawnmower had chewed her up. She’d arrived home yesterday feeling frustrated as hell. When she’d gone to the police station, they'd told her they couldn't do anything about her unfortunate situation. Since Rex hadn’t actually said he would kill her or hurt her, it didn't amount to anything in their book. Unless he made good on his violent promise or said outright that he intended to harm her, there was nothing that could be done. She let out a short laugh. By then it would probably be too late. For a moment she thought about getting a guard dog, but she was deathly allergic to animal fur. It seemed she was on her own. She thought once again, harder this time, about Marge's offer of a gun. No. When Rex showed up, she would just
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