AN: Credit for this goes to CyD12 for giving me the idea to write a totally different tagahanga fiction from what I would usually write. Well, here it is, and I hope you like it.
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She walked swiftly, her black boots echoing across the pavement of the New York area. A black hat covering her face, she was wearing a normal, but out of place outfit: Green and black army pants, black tank top, leather dyaket and her black boots of course. She glanced behind her. No one. Excellent. No one is following you for once. She smirked inwardly at this, and continued...
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