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You Served Your Purpose
She landed on the couch. Aside from receiving a sore wrist from landing on it wrong as she hit the couch, she wasn't injured. "No, Terrence, please. I'll do anything you say, anything you want. But you can't go through with your plans." Alicia fell to her knees and grabbed desperately at his clothes, pleading, "I was still a teenager. I didn't know what I was doing, what it meant." Terrence looked down at her from his standing position with no emotion or sympathy. He informed her coolly, "You served your purpose." Grasping at the proverbial straws, Alicia said, "What if I find a way to fight?" Genuinely amused by where her line of thinking might lead, Terrence asked, "Against the ultimate weapon? Against Evil?" Alicia sprawled at his feet in a defeated heap. Her eyes begged fo
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