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Deja Boo
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I blinked as I regained consciousness. I had hit my head hard, or had someone hit me? Then I realised I was holding a bloody knife in my hand. I looked at the knife, it was definitely one of mine. Why was there blood on it? Why am I lying on the floor? I looked down and saw that I was dressed in my best Zara dress. "What the heck! I hope I don't have any blood on it. How can I be so stupid!", I berated myself. Gingerly getting up, I examined myself - rather my precious dress - minutely. Giving out a sigh of relief that it was spotless. I rushed upstairs - dizziness and all not withstanding - to get out of it....
I blinked as I regained consciousness. I had hit my head hard, or had someone hit me? Then I realised I was holding a bloody knife in my hand. I looked at the knife, it was definitely one of mine. Why was there blood on it? Why am I lying on the floor? I looked down and saw that I was dressed in my best Zara dress. "What the heck! I hope I don't have any blood on it. How can I be so stupid!", I berated myself. Gingerly getting up, I examined myself - rather my precious dress - minutely. Giving out a sigh of relief that it was spotless. I rushed upstairs - dizziness and all not withstanding - to get out of it....
