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Friday, February 15, 2008

One for the road

I saw the reflection and almost panicked. But she didn’t notice anything, moving away from the mirror and turning toward me.
“How about dinner” she asked. “Sure” I said and sunk my teeth into her neck.

Posted by on_trial at 1:34 AM
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