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She is more beautiful than I have words for. And last night, I was blessed beyond measure to serve her.

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Do you think I haven't noticed? You can't wait to be free of me. I drink and then you bolt up, as if you've had to force yourself to endure my presence. She'd started to sob then. I've always tried to be clean when I come to you. I spend hours in the tub, washing myself. But I cannot find the dirt that you see. -Marissa to Wrath
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God, I miss you, he said in a voice that cracked. Every night. Every day.
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Vishous, could you stop grinning like that? You're beginning to freak me out.
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Phury nodded. And if she lives with us, we get to keep the cat.
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Don't be an asshole, the guy snapped as he cracked a freshie. Oh, right, because two in this group would be overkill.
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Thank you for caring for my brother. He took his sunglasses off. And looked at her with total adoration.
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Mary frowned. A vampire doctor. Talk about exploring your alternative therapies.
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Sometimes your whole life could hinge on a fraction of an inch. Or the beat of a nanosecond. Or the knock on a door.
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Man, some open doors were not welcoming, and that was so the case here—less hi-how’re-ya, more come-in-so-your-skin-can-be-used-to-make-a-super-hero-cape-for-one-of-Hannibal-Lecter’s-patients.
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