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Mourning Dove
Charlie Wilson
And Mother!?!?!
Charlie looked deeply into her mother's eyes, hers were bright green, a trait she'd inherited from her mother. She still wore her mask, she Theresa couldn't see that Charlie was actually the spiting image of herself. "Of course I know where Wade is! He's in France, getting the s**t slapped out of him by beautiful blonde women. I have his cell number on my phone, if you want to talk to him." She took out her own cell phone. "As for why you're here, I have no idea. But apparently you got your arse kicked, 'cause you ended up in the dungeon with me!"