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CHAPTER: 22
It was a bad time for Violet. The darkest time of her whole life, maybe. Well, not her whole life, but to have all she had ever wanted to be offered to her and then snatched away. It did funny things to her mind. She went back to the house to curl up in bed. It was just so sad, thinking about all that money and how Carl Johnson did not appreciate it, and would just hand it over with no thought or feeling. Violet did not get out of bed for days, except for bathroom breaks. Her stomach felt awful. It went on too long to just be from too many momos. She had no will to eat, no will to do anything. She did not know if it was a chemical or a virus or a spell. She could not bring herself to care. What could she do? She had done all that investigation and it had been for nothing. Though a spr
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