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64 b***h!
Neveah had drunk a great deal at the party last night and fallen asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow. Before going to bed, she had thought that there was something she was supposed to do, but couldn't remember what it was. Just before dawn, she awoke when a figure entered the room. "Leyla?" Neveah called out. "b***h!" Leyla raised her hand and slapped Neveah's face hard. Neveah gasped in pain and touched her face where an angry red mark had appeared. "What the f**k are you doing?" she asked, squinting at Leyla. Leyla was wearing a bathrobe. When she untied the belt, the robe fell open, revealing her bruises-covered body. Neveah stared at her in shock, "Oh my God! What happened?" Suddenly, Neveah was filled with dread when she realized what must
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