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[Fatima actually sounds bewildered for a second. Didn't she just tell him what happened?
...no. No, she really didn't. Fuck.
She takes a single, deep breath. And then plows forward as fast as possible, as if holding the words in will hurt her.
Of course, letting them out isn't much fun either.]
Dean tried to kill me again.