Play Nice [NOOK Book]

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From New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Gemma Halliday, comes Play Nice, her most thrilling novel yet!
 
She faked her death to escape life as an assassin. But now her enemies have tracked her down, and this time they want her to stay dead.
 
Anya Danielovich was an assassin in her former life. But that was a long time ago. Today she’s just Anna ...

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Overview


From New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Gemma Halliday, comes Play Nice, her most thrilling novel yet!
 
She faked her death to escape life as an assassin. But now her enemies have tracked her down, and this time they want her to stay dead.
 
Anya Danielovich was an assassin in her former life. But that was a long time ago. Today she’s just Anna Smith—a single, thirtysomething woman living in San Francisco with a simple desire to lead a better life. But she’s still haunted by her past—the people she killed, the mentor she betrayed, the woman she was. She’s taken care to cover her tracks, but she’s beginning to feel like she’s being watched…
 
Nick Dade is a hired gunman—the best of the best. He’s read Anya’s file and, after weeks of surveillance, he’s ready to pull the trigger…until someone else beats him to the punch. With his agenda shattered, Nick suddenly finds himself thrown together with the woman he’s been sent to eliminate. Who is she really? Who hired the second hit? And who can he trust? Together Nick and Anna find themselves embroiled in a web of deceit and desire as an unknown enemy closes in. To unravel the truth, Anna must face her past even if that means risking both Nick’s life and her own.

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Known for cozier romantic suspense, Halliday (Hollywood Confessions) shifts gears with this exciting first in a thriller series replete with hit men, high-speed chases, and international crime. Trained as an assassin for the KOS (the former Yugoslavian intelligence agency) in Kosovo as a very young girl, Anya Danielovich has since moved to San Francisco and remade herself into Anna Smith, though she’s always looking over her shoulder. Bullets start to fly when hired gun Nick Dade trains his rifle on her, but someone else starts shooting seconds earlier. From then on, Anna works with Nick to unmask the men and the reasons behind the multiple contracts on her life while she wonders if she has any reason to trust Nick. Anna’s dog, Lenny, provides some relief from the mayhem. A few plot holes and a highly far-fetched reason behind one of the contracts do nothing to spoil the fun. Agent: Holly Root, the Waxman Agency. (Mar.)
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“Halliday’s opening installment of her new mystery series will leave you breathless and anxious for the next. . . . you’re in for a high-octane read that’s as fun as it is fast.”—Linda Castillo, New York Times bestselling author of Pray for Silence

Play Nice is captivating from start to finish. Every book Gemma Halliday writes is a keeper!”—Brenda Novak, New York Times bestselling author of Trust Me

"Play Nice starts with a bang and doesn't let up. The action is gripping and the characters are compelling. Anna is quite an interesting dark figure, but it's really Nick who stands out. Halliday has created characters who definitely are strong enough to withstand a long series."—RT Book Reviews

Kirkus Reviews
A former assassin can't seem to hide from her past. Anna Smith's life is boring. She works at the Golden Gate Animal Shelter, then comes home to her dog Lenny. It's a good thing that Lenny is such great company, because Anna has no friends or family, not even any visitors into her quiet life. No one would guess that this quiet vegetarian loner was once Anya Danielovich, assassin for hire. Raised and trained by Goren Petrovich of the KOS, Anna gave up the life with her kill of General Fedorov years earlier. She's been living under the radar, or so she thought, until she and her co-worker Shelli are shot at during what up until then was a perfectly normal day at work. Nick Dade, who's been tailing Anna and seen the shooter take aim, isn't quite sure what to think. Technically, he's been hired to kill Anna, but something stopped him from pulling the trigger first. Now he feels an obscure duty to find out who did, even though it means teaming up with Anna. Not that he feels any way about her personally; he's just trying to do his job. Anna has her doubts about working with Nick, too, especially since she isn't armed. But she doesn't have much of a choice if she wants to figure out who's uncovered her secret. The unlikely pair's investigation leads Anna to question her past and ponder whether she can ever really leave it behind. Halliday (Deadly Cool, 2011, etc.) combines investigation with the inevitable romance for a mystery that's enjoyably by the book.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781429950480
  • Publisher: St. Martin's Press
  • Publication date: 3/13/2012
  • Series: Anna Smith and Nick Dade Mysteries , #1
  • Sold by: Macmillan
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 272
  • Sales rank: 85,763
  • File size: 267 KB

Meet the Author

New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Gemma Halliday is the award winning author of the High Heels mysteries, the Hollywood Headlines mystery, and the Deadly Cool series of young adult books.  Throughout her career, she’s been the recipient of numerous writing awards, including three RITA nominations and a National Readers’ Choice Award.   She currently makes her home in the San Francisco Bay Area, where she is hard at work on her next book.

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Play Nice


By Gemma Halliday

Minotaur Books

Copyright © 2012 Gemma Halliday
All right reserved.

ISBN: 9780312656072

CHAPTER 1
 

“Jesus, would you just do it already?”
Anna shivered, shifting her umbrella to the other hand, her teeth rattling together. Rain fell in fat droplets around her, splashing back on the cuffs of her jeans as she stood on the small square of lawn, shifting from foot to foot. She could feel mud squishing into the grooves of her running shoes and cringed. She’d have to carry them up the stairs unless she wanted her landlord bitching about muddy footprints again. In one hand she held the umbrella, in the other a leash connected to a stubborn-as-hell boxer who was currently being very particular about where he did his business. Anna thought for a moment he might have chosen his sweet spot when he paused to sniff at the azalea bushes flanking her apartment building. But no. He turned up his black nose and continued pacing in the rain. Anna had a sneaking suspicion he was enjoying this.
“Come on, Lenny,” she pleaded.
Lenny looked up, trained his black eyes on her, cocked his head to the side. Then went back to his pacing.
Anna narrowed her eyes at the jerk.
Originally he’d come to the shelter from a family who’d been moving to Chicago and couldn’t take a dog with them. They’d promised he was an excellent watchdog and very companionable. The companion part he’d proven right away. She could hardly walk two steps in her tiny apartment without running into him. The watchdog part had turned out to be the biggest joke she’d ever heard. Lenny’s deep baritone bark was impressive, but he was more likely to lick an intruder to death than attack. Still, half the idea of a watchdog was for show, so she hadn’t had the heart to unload him on someone else.
She just wished he’d show a little more cooperation.
“Please, Lenny. I’m cold, I’m wet. I’ll give you three bacon treats if you just pick a spot and take the shit. What do you say?”
He ignored her completely, sniffing the flowerbeds along the walkway.
Anna wiped a raindrop from her cheek, wrapping one arm around herself to stave off the chill. Normally she didn’t mind the rain so much. She loved the smell of water hitting the oil-stained streets, the crisp color of the San Francisco sky that it left behind when the clouds parted. Almost as if the entire city were being washed clean, given a fresh start.
But tonight she wasn’t a fan. The rain cut down on her visibility, left her feeling too exposed standing out in the open.
Her gaze swept the street. The dim glow of streetlamps bathed the neighborhood in pale yellow hues, rows of old Victorians lining the block of narrow, three-story buildings painted every color of the rainbow over the years. They banked right up against each other, one after another, trailing down the hill toward the bay. Across the street were a used bookstore, an Asian market, and an all-night Laundromat. Only the Laundromat’s lights were on at this time of night, a sole occupant visible inside, reading a book as he waited for his clothes to finish. It wasn’t a particularly busy street for San Francisco, one of the things Anna had liked about it when she’d first moved in, but it was close to the park and Muni, and the rent was relatively cheap.
And her landlord hadn’t asked any questions when she’d installed a state-of-the-art security system.
Anna tore her gaze away from the street, focusing again on her stubborn partner.
“I swear to God if you don’t do it now, you’re holding it until morning,” she threatened.
Lenny walked over to the azaleas and, miracle of miracles, this time squatted down. Anna said a silent thank you, pulling a plastic baggie out of her pocket. She waited until he’d finished, then transferred the leash and umbrella into one hand as she crouched down to pick up Lenny’s offering with the other.
But the rain must have made her grip on the leash slippery. Because as she bent over, Lenny gave a tug on the end, and the leather slid out of her hand, the umbrella falling to the ground, rain immediately pelting her as she lost her balance in the muddy grass.
“Goddammit, Lenny,” she shouted, throwing one hand out to break her fall. She slid forward, mud streaking down the side of her jeans as she lunged for the dog. He’d taken off like a shot into the dark evening, bounding down the rain-soaked sidewalk.
“Lenny!” she called, her cries immediately swallowed up by the storm.
Abandoning the baggie, she grabbed her umbrella, useless now that she was soaked to the bone, and picked her way back over the square of lawn, hitting the sidewalk just in time to see him shoot across the street into the Laundromat.
“That’s it,” she muttered to herself. “No bacon treats for you, asshole.”
Reluctantly she set off after him, crossing the street. As she pushed through the glass doors of the Laundromat, warm, humid air immediately hit her like a blanket. She scrubbed her wet hair out of her face, scanning the room for the dog.
He had the sole occupant of the room backed up into a corner, his book held up like a shield as Lenny tattooed his clothes with muddy paw prints.
“Lenny,” she yelled, “get down.”
Which, of course, he ignored, completely enamored with new-person scents.
Anna crossed the room, her wet shoes squishing with every step, and grabbed the end of his leash from the floor. She gave a sharp tug. “Down. Now,” she commanded again.
This time he complied, letting his captive go as he took a step back to sniff a box of detergent on the floor instead.
“Sorry,” she said to the man.
He was tall, at least six feet, lean with broad shoulders beneath a cotton shirt, unbuttoned at the top. His jeans were worn at the knees, his shoes dry, indicating he’d been inside for a while. His hair was a warm chestnut color, curling a little at his neck, just slightly longer than current fashion would dictate. His eyes were a deep brown, so dark, she noticed, that they were almost black. He had a square jaw, a day past needing a good shave, and his build was tight, all angles, like an athlete’s.
He lowered his book as Lenny stepped away, the corners of his mouth tilting upward.
“No problem. I only peed myself a little,” he joked.
Anna felt an answering smile. “I swear he looks more vicious than he is.”
“I’ll take your word for that.” He slowly sidestepped the dog. “I’ve always been more of a cat person, myself.”
“Well, on a night like tonight, I don’t blame you.” She looked down at her jeans. It would take an act of God to get those grass stains out.
The man reached into a plastic laundry basket and pulled out a towel, tossing it to Anna.
“Here. You look like you’ve been swimming.”
“Nearly,” she said, gratefully drying her face. “Thanks, but you know I’m just going back out in it.”
“Nick.” The man stuck his hand out at her. “Nick Dade.”
Anna looked at it for a minute. Then gingerly took it. “Anna.”
His grip was firm, strong, his skin a little rough as if he worked with his hands regularly. Definitely confident, but careful not to hold on too long.
“Just Anna?”
“Smith. Anna Smith.”
“Hmmm.” He crossed his arms over his chest, leaning back on his heels. “Smith. Very mysterious.”
Anna laughed. “No, very plain.”
“Well, it’s nice to meet you, Anna Smith. You live around here?” he asked, gesturing to the windows.
Anna paused, bit the inside of her cheek.
Don’t talk to strangers.
She nodded slowly. “Yes.”
“It’s a nice place. Quiet at night.”
“It is. I like it.”
“The architecture’s amazing. I love all the old buildings. It’s incredible to me that so many have survived not one, but two major earthquakes.”
Anna nodded, running the towel over her hair, trying to squeeze out the bulk of the rainwater. “That’s one of the reasons I moved here,” she agreed.
“Where from?”
Anna looked up. “What?”
“Where did you move from?”
Don’t talk to strangers. Don’t get personal.
Anna looked away, turning her eyes to Lenny, still circling the detergent box.
“Oh, I’ve lived all over. I’m a bit of a nomad. What about you? Local?”
He shook his head. “No, I’m just visiting a friend in town. Thinking of relocating, though. It’s a fun city. You lived here long?”
Anna shrugged. “Long enough, I guess.”
“Long enough to know a place for good Chinese?” He took a step toward her.
Without meaning to, she took one backward.
“In San Francisco? You’d have a hard time finding bad Chinese.”
He laughed, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Come on, you must have a favorite?”
“Okay, if I had to pick one, I’d say the Shaolin Palace. Down the street a couple of blocks. They deliver twenty-four hours.”
“Oh, definitely my kind of place.”
A dryer dinged behind him, signaling the end of the cycle.
“Well, I guess I’ll let you get back to your laundry,” Anna said. She dropped the towel on the counter and tugged Lenny toward the door. Having ascertained the detergent box didn’t contain anything edible, he complied.
“Wait,” Nick said, taking a step forward. “Are you busy tomorrow night? Maybe you could walk me through the Shaolin Palace’s menu, huh?”
Anna chewed on her cheek again.
Don’t get personal.
“Sorry, I have plans tomorrow. With my boyfriend.”
“Oh.” His smile faded. “Oh, I’m sorry to hear that.”
“Yeah, well, good night,” she said quickly, pulling Lenny toward the door.
“I guess I’ll see you around, Anna Smith.”
She raised a hand in a wave, then pushed out into the sheeting rain again. It hit her like ice after the warm, sticky air of the Laundromat. Giving up altogether on the umbrella, Anna crossed the street, ducking her head against the torrent as she ran up the walkway.
He’s watching you.
She stole a quick glance over her shoulder. He had his back turned to the windows, pulling clothes from the dryer and dropping them into his plastic basket.
She shook her head. He was just a nice guy trying to get a date. The foul weather was making her paranoid.
“Come on, Lenny. Let’s go dry off.” She slipped her key in the lock and let herself into the lobby, Lenny barking gleefully beside her. She tugged off her wet shoes before leading him up the two flights of stairs. For all the good it did. Her feet still made a trail of wet footprints on the worn, wooden steps. Not to mention Lenny’s muddy contribution. She’d be catching hell in the morning.
Two apartments shared the third floor. Mrs. Olivia, a seventy-three-year-old widow and sudoku addict, lived in the one on the right. Anna was on the left.
She shoved her key into the lock and let Lenny bound into the room ahead of her, skidding to a stop at his food bowl and lapping up the crumbs. Anna shook her head as she keyed her PIN into the security system. That dog had a one-track mind. We should all have such a simple life.
She shut the door behind her and locked it, then secured the chain, deadbolt, and armed the alarm system again before stripping off her wet clothes and leaving them in a pile by the door. A long, hot shower sounded like heaven.
She padded into the kitchen, throwing a cupful of dog chow into Lenny’s bowl, then crossed the small studio apartment, pausing briefly at the front window. She pulled the edge of the curtain back and peeked out.
He was still there, folding towels at one of the counters, his head bent over his work, his hands moving in quick, practiced movements. She had a fleeting vision of laughing over a plate of chicken chow mein with him. His eyes crinkling at the corners, mouth twisting up in a warm smile.
But before it could go any further, she quickly shut the curtain.
She’d been in San Francisco too long. She was getting too comfortable here. It was time to move on. Maybe somewhere in the Southwest. It had been awhile since she’d been to the desert.
She stepped into the bathroom and turned on the shower, letting the hot water fill the tiny room with steam.
*   *   *
Liar.
Dade watched her disappear from the window, her silhouette crossing the apartment. He knew for a fact she didn’t have a boyfriend. As far as he could tell, she didn’t have any friends. Which didn’t surprise him. From everything he’d read, she wasn’t exactly the social type.
He grabbed the last of his clean towels from the dryer, folding them end over end as he kept one eye on the window of the third floor. She wouldn’t go out again tonight. She’d feed the dog, take a shower, then sit on her sofa watching TV. At midnight, she’d turn out the lights, throw on an old T-shirt, set her alarm, and go to bed.
He’d watch until then, until he was sure she was down, then catch a few hours himself before setting up camp outside her work in the morning. An animal shelter near the park. He found it ironic that she spent her days saving cats and dogs from the needle considering her former life.
He tucked a pile of towels into his laundry basket. The same pile he’d been washing every night this week. Though, tomorrow, he’d have to find something new to occupy his time, thanks to her damn dog.
He shook his head. Dade hadn’t intended any contact. He didn’t like contact. He liked things clean and simple. He did his surveillance thoroughly, chose his weapons carefully, and did his job quickly, unseen, without any complications. Contact with the target made things complicated.
Not that he’d really anticipated this one being simple. For one thing, she was a woman. Dade didn’t normally take on women. Women and children were civilians as far as he was concerned. But once he’d read the file on Anya Danielovich, he’d decided to make an exception.
She’d been one of the go-to agents of the KOS, the former Yugoslavian intelligence agency, in the years leading up to the Kosovo conflict. Years that were particularly bloody in the country’s history. Factions breaking off from one another, allies becoming enemies. One day you worked for the good guys, the next they were the bad guys. Politics and race relations thrown together in a stew that resulted in military units without leaders, guerilla factions acting under whoever had the funds to feed them, and power being wielded by those who had no one’s best interest at heart but their own. When all the dust had settled, the country had splintered and the KOS was no more.
Officially, that is.
From the file Dade’s client had provided, Anya had never served in the military, and there was no record of her formal training. In fact, there was no record of her at all up until her first job, where she’d taken out a wealthy Serbian businessman whose funds were being funneled to the wrong people. During the next four years she’d neutralized a total of twenty-four men. Most clean hits, none ever officially investigated. All before her twenty-first birthday.
Dade glanced across the street. She was out of the shower. He watched her bare silhouette slip a shirt over her head and pad across to the next bank of windows where she pulled a glass from a cupboard, filling it at the sink.
He had to admit, he had a hard time reconciling the woman he’d just met with information in the file. She’d seemed too … normal. Human. If he’d met her under different circumstances, he wouldn’t have thought she was anything but your average girl. A little on the skinny side, maybe, but friendly enough not to raise suspicions.
But there’d been no mistaking her. Even with her blond curls dyed black and fifteen years between her and the baby-faced assassin in his file, there was no doubt in his mind. It was the same pair of huge blue eyes, the same full, pouty, lips. The same high cheekbones, round hips, and long legs she’d worked to her advantage across Eastern Europe. She’d done a good job eradicating any hint of an accent from her voice, but he figured she’d had time to work on it. And if she were half as good as the file said, she would have. She wasn’t stupid. She’d known what was at stake when she left Kosovo.
He wondered if she knew what was at stake now?
Officially, Anya Danielovich had died in a car accident fifteen years ago. She’d been a twenty-year-old student out partying too late, drinking too much, and wrapped her car around a tree along a deserted stretch of the highway. A maintenance worker had found her the next morning, her car burned out, her remains charred to a crisp.
Unofficially, the file said she had died in a car bombing outside the compound of General Fedorov, a man later intelligence reports proved was working all sides of the conflict to his own profit. What she was doing outside his compound was a question no one asked. Though Fedorov hadn’t survived the night either.
But in reality …
Dade looked up at the window, watching her form cross the room, sink down on the sofa, and flip on the television, casting a blue glow throughout the apartment.
In reality, Anya was his latest contract. And he’d never been fooled by a pair of sexy legs and pouty lips before. Dade knew that evil came in all sorts of packages.
This time, Anya Danielovich would stay dead.

 
Copyright © 2012 by Gemma Halliday


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  • Posted March 16, 2012

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    Best book I have read in a long time!! Strong female lead (of wh

    Best book I have read in a long time!! Strong female lead (of which there are so few!), fast pace, believable characters and dialogue. I couldn't put it down. Never heard of this author before, and grabbed it from my library on a whim. I will read every book I can find by this author now - completely hooked!

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted May 3, 2012

    I hope this becomes a series of books about female assassins. I

    I hope this becomes a series of books about female assassins. I thought it was good but dragged on a bit. Anya was great and so was her love for her dog. Hope this author keeps getting better with each new one!

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted April 12, 2012

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    This is a thriller by new to me author Gemma Halliday. Former

    This is a thriller by new to me author Gemma Halliday.
    Former assassin Anya faked her death to escape her past. Fifteen years later she is living in San Francisco as Anna Smith.
    Nick Dade is a gun for hire and he was hired to take out Anya. But he isn’t the only one and he is less than pleased by that.
    Nick is ready to take out his target, Anna, when someone else takes a shot at her. He is pissed and saves her from the other assassin. At least until he can find out who his competition is.

    I liked Anna. A strong woman trying to overcome her past and her training doing the best she can while on the run. I’m afraid I didn’t get Nick’s motivations but I hope it will become clearer in the next book.

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 7, 2012

    Wow!!!!

    A great book with a ending u will never see coming!!!!!!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 14, 2012

    A must read for all Gemma Halliday fans and mystery readers. Dra

    A must read for all Gemma Halliday fans and mystery readers. Draws you in and won't let you go until the last page.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 13, 2012

    I love Gemma Halliday's books. This is an awesome read. Very act

    I love Gemma Halliday's books. This is an awesome read. Very action packed and I really liked the characters. I could not put this book down! I highly recommend :)

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 12, 2014

    Zebra

    Runs back to camp.

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    Posted June 27, 2013

    Twolegs

    Takes her to Omen res1

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 1, 2013

    Feemale

    Yea lets do it

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 20, 2013

    To the bi chick

    Im a girl

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 3, 2013

    I am a bi girl and my name is Cassie an I came for the girl.

    I a ready to get wet.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 27, 2013

    Sparkoedust

    Waits

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 17, 2013

    To bisexual girl from razzan

    I am male

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 14, 2013

    I came for her the girl

    How do u have sex i would like to know

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 10, 2013

    Hey rate this

    This girl she has brown hair and glasses and some guy wants to go out with her right so he has brown hair and he is realy short should they go out reply to me at adrilop thx

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 6, 2013

    Can we start yet

    I am male

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 7, 2013

    I came for girl from sex by the book

    Do u really have BIG ASS BOOBS??????!!!?!if so i need an address and be there at 12pm

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 3, 2012

    ELENA

    WHERE THE HECK R U????? I NEED MY ROSIE EL POSIE!!!!!:' I NEED U SIS!!!!~MJ

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 17, 2012

    Elena and Jonah

    Elena: i couldnt because i cant chat on mabel 2 & 4 either. Only 5. Jonah: Its not funny. He may be Gabes twin brother but hes just horrible. But anyway hows it going babe? A

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 31, 2012

    Kiev

    Is awsome but noone notices him only wen he hrlps other

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