Personal Narrative-Morris Clarke

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Blood smiles, her red eyes filled with amusement. “Miss Clarke, your words are very bold and though I find them amusing and more intelligent than the others, you will anger many demons here, so I would learn to hold your tongue.”
I bite back the nasty comment I have on my lips, looking down, because she’s right. My mouth is what’s going to get me killed.
“See, you’re doing better already,” Blood states. She turns on her heels. “Now goodnight, Miss Clarke. I will see you all bright and early in the morning.”
She marches away towards what appears to be the tallest skyscraper in Verutmer without a single glance back at me. She is a strange woman and very, very dangerous. I quickly move toward the building with the yellow lights. It’s a thin,
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