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Christian I'm pissed, so f*****g pissed but I'm pissed at myself more than anything else. I'm confused about what I'm thinking and feeling and it's annoying the hell out of me. When I found out that Molly couldn't be found on the farm I instantly panicked. The girl has almost died twice today and I just wanted her where I could see her, even if I couldn't explain the reason why. The relief I felt after speaking to her and knowing that she was ok was quickly replaced with another wave of anger when she point-blank refused to tell any of us including Tom where she is. Does she think she can just leave like this? And more importantly, why the f**k do I care about it so much? I've wanted her gone since the first moment I laid eyes on her and now that she's gone I should be jumping for joy b