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You Smell Of Other Peoples Blood, Ma Petite. It Was No One You Know. -jean Claude And Anita

Some People Just Don't Seem To Understand The Concept Of Fiction. It Is Fiction; It Ain't True, Folks

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I Knew What Was Like To Finally Be Seduced By The Thing You Hunted. Mine Just Happened To Be A More Traditional Seduction. Okay, At Least I Was Still Among The Living.

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