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Message: <blockquote data-quote="izillama" data-source="post: 5957309" data-attributes="member: 79171">Clover stared at her laptop and felt a groan rise up in the pit of her stomach. Shutting her eyes painfully, she pulled her cell phone out of her pocketbook and placed it on top of the laptop: One perfect piece of machinery layered on top of the other. She buried her face in a hand for a moment; not daring to believe that her life had come to this. "Ugh... Koln? You're all into smashing this tonight, aren't you? Would you do... the honors?" Sightlessly, she indicated her pieces of discarded machinery and walked away from them in disgust. She would have to drain her bank account as soon as possible. Maybe open a new one and wire the money anonymously? She began to tally though the checklist of things she needed to remember to do so that she could disappear, and she waited to hear that first crunch of metal and plastic...</blockquote>