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What is this thing called passion anyway?

I asked her to lower her voice and speak more clearly, as though it mattered.
I knew she had no tongue but that didn\'t mean she had no manners.

She smiled at me before she bit me, I knew she would though. She always did.

I smiled back at her and said that I certainly wasn\'t afraid, which was a lie on a grander scale.

Time flies, she said with garbled speech and pounced.

Teeth through skin wasn\'t that bad the second time around, but then she started to shred my flesh with her knife-like claws...

That hurt...

It really did...

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Publicerad 2007-11-14 01:37



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