A perfumed room like gypsy home
She looked to find a mark
Of who would possibly join the Flight
There were none she recognized
But near the window scratched on wall
Was a note meant just for her
A sign of domination and a threat
He's drawing closer
When the cops arrive she vanishes
They'll take what she needs not
She hurries home to tell the debtor
Her head a mess of thoughts
He tries to keep her calm and yet
She's panicking for now
How'd he know she'd be there then?
And how'd he get her friends?
Next Week: A New Ally?
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