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"Someone better be dead, or dying!" Yelled Teagen as she sleepily kicked her blanket aside so that she could get up. She had been sleeping, and dreaming rather peacefully, of Traet of all people when she was woken by the sound of someone banging on her front door. If she was more awake, she probably would have thought to throw on a pair of pants, or even a shirt, before going to open the door. After all, most people don't answer their door in boxers and a sports bra, but Teagen did this morning. "What do you want?" Teagen said as she opened the door, before looking up directly into the very shocked face of Traet who did not expect to see Teag

Teagen walked back inside her house, still holding the hammer she had retrieved from her car, the image of Traet still in her mind. "I hope she is alright. I can't believe she let that girl hit her like that." She walked over to her pictures on the floor and picked a few of them up, carrying them over to her fireplace. Setting the pictures, and the nails down on the mantle, she plucked one nail from the bag and began to hammer it into the wall, then another, and another, and one more. After the nails where properly placed, she picked up the pictures one by one that she placed on the mantle, and hung them on the nails in a staggered pattern. O