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"You laughed when I fell,
But the tables will turn.
And when you hit the ground,
I'll be the one laughing." ~Araneae Ruber
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WAITING BY Aragon's office, Luella's eyes trailed around the room. It was simple and very minimal. The desk was made from Oak. It was littered with files, different ones both opened and closed. By the edge was a nameplate. "Captain Aragon Campeius"
The left side has a typewriter and a wooden inkwell.
Her eyes lifted to the bulletin board behind the desk. It had photographed pictures pinned and tangled on it. Behind her was a heavy twelve by four wooden shelf.
The shelf was stock piled with obvious case files.
She wanted to be nosey.
Standing to her feet, she walked over to the bulletin board. Eyeing the pictures, they looked very familiar to her.
'Isn't this my house?' She thought to herself. There was a picture of Ediva's body pieces.
"I see he received the gifts."
