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11/13/2024: New Private Message from Lily
The calm of our suburban life feels like a dream, a fantasy, a lie now... Your business deal has gone so wrong, and now the debt you owe to mafia is too big to hide from. You are my husband, and I swore to God to share all joys and sorrows with you. And so tonight, I feel the weight of something terrible coming — the boys from Harlem are on the case, and they're not gonna joke around.
They already came yesterday, brazenly walked into our house and acted like they owned the place. Just huge muscular young studs, with the physique of Apollo and the white-toothed smiles of a million bucks... Harsh, overbearing, dangerous... Ignoring you like an empty space, they looked at me with appraisal and curiosity, like a new toy... They undressed me with their insolent glances, and it made me feel unbearably awful and dreadfully... They said they'd come again today, and now they will come every day. From that moment on I'm trembling with foreboding...
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