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Diane's POV. “This person is beginning to get on my nerves,” I muttered to myself as my eyes strayed to the paper that lay across my dresser, the same place I had placed it since yesterday. With everything that had happened in the last two days, I hadn't the energy whatsoever to deal with the little ‘threat’ I had received. It endlessly amuses me how these people have continuously underestimated me since I stepped foot into this territory. I had been receiving similar threat notes as this for the past month but I kept them to myself. Honestly, I had thought it was somewhat fun, like a satiated cat that toyed with a mouse until it got bored and… I guess we all know what happens after. The person was persistent, I'll give them that, but it had become somewhat of a nuisance, especially