[ Sixteen. Eighteen. He's been there for several years? What the hell that's so... it's inhumane, disgusting. The vampire's eyes narrow at her phone and she finds her thumb up towards her lips and she's nearly bitten down on a nail before she realizes what she's doing.
... God. ]
I'm not sure if that makes it reassuring or all the more unfortunate. I suppose there's no distilling tragedy.
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... God. ]
I'm not sure if that makes it reassuring or all the more unfortunate. I suppose there's no distilling tragedy.