Humans, Werewolves, Or, Apparently, Vampire, It Doesn't

She Crawled,” Ben Said. There Were Tears In His Voice. That Was Wrong. Ben Barely Even Tolerated Me On The Best Of Days. “she Crawled To The Bathroom To Clean Herself Again. If It Weren’t For The Two Subs In The Pack, I’d Be On The Bottom. And She Wouldn’t Stand Up In My Presence For Guilt.

It Wasn't Hard To Follow The Scent Of Blood To The Living Room Where The Fae Had Been Killed. It Had Been A Violent Death, Perfect For Creating Ghosts.

She Sees Ghosts,” Said Samuel, Impatient With My Whining. I See Dead People,” I Deadpanned Back. Oddly, It Was Uncle Mike Who Laughed. I Hadn’t Thought He’d Be A Moviegoer.

Why Is It That All Cars Are Women?" He Asked. "because They're Fussy And Demanding," Answered Zee. "because If They Were Men, They'd Sit Around And Complain Instead Of Getting The Job Done," I Told Him.

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