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She was on the prowl. Somewhere close by, hidden in the shadows, was her prey. It was clever, outsmarting her every move, dodging her every attack. But this time, she would not miss. She held her weapon high in her hand, ready to strike. The second her prey slipped and revealed itself, the girl would make her move. Then, out of the corner of her eye, the girl caught a slight glimpse of that which she hunted. She violently spun to face her prey. Her weapon, guided by her right hand, struck out at the creature which had tormented the girl for so long. SHWACK! The girl equipped with her yellow flyswatter had killed the fly.