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Abigail stared at Tessy cluelessly, then she beckoned on her to follow her behind as she walked towards the party. Immediately, she was stopped halfway through by the Policemen on guard. "Madam! Where is your pass?" One of them asked quite sternly.  Abigail hesitated for a moment, then Tessy beckoned on her to respond. "I    don't need a pass here,  Chief is my pass! Didn't Chief mention my name to all the Police on guard?" Abigail exclaimed. Tessy watched out for Chief but couldn't sight him close by and when it became quite apparent that the Policemen were adamant on preventing Abigail from gaining access to the party, Tessy decided to go in search of Chief. Meanwhile, Abigail had become quite agitated and was trying really hard to control it. She wondered what  must have happened to the Policemen Chief had deployed to guard her apartment after eating the Pancake she had added wine  to? Abigail thought with the effect of the wine, they would have really fallen asleep, she chuckled and wished she could give these Policemen who were harassing her, a piece of the pancake! While lost in thought for a while, Tessy returned with Chief. "Ahan! Abigail baby!" He exclaimed immediately he set his eyes on her...
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