It didn’t take long for the lemonade to work. George’s face was turning blue.
“You bitch.” he wheezed. “My allergies.”
Lily clutched the EpiPen. His breaths rattled. There wasn’t much time.
She tucked it back into her pocket. Bastard had it coming.
His body sank into the chair.
“Enjoy Hell.”
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