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Abigail Green looked at Lena Locke. She thought the girl's smile was particularly contagious and also followed with a smile.
Actually, she didn't care much about Duncan Symons, but if this girl stayed with them in the same dorm and didn't give her a bit of a warning, things would always be tiresome. It was better to fix the problem once and for all.
Duncan, who had just been scared out of her wits, didn't even care about Lena's mockery. She walked awkwardly to the bathroom, hearing Abigail say leisurely behind her, "Clean up the floor and make sure I see new bedding when I come back this afternoon."
Duncan, who was about to open the bathroom door, shuddered and replied with a trembling voice.
Lena's smile grew even more radiant.
Abigail remained noncommittal. "Don't you think I'm worse than her?"
