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Too late Bella. Now, it's too late. Show me.
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Otherwise, three little words would have leaked from his mouth. And undoubtedly doomed him in ways he couldn’t even guess at. Bad time. Bad place. For that kind of thing. Forever.
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John? As it was dark he whistled a what. You are such a male of worth, you know that. You really are.
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All right, then, her first rule for the rest of her days: no more looking outside for definitions. She might not have any clue who she was, but better to be lost and searching than shoved into a social box by someone else.
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Trust me, true? Butch barked a laugh. Last time you said that i ended up with a vampire cocktail, remember?
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Phury? No, I'm not gay. Don't feel like you need to hide it or anything. I wouldn't. I'm just not. You bi, then?
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Whoa. Fangs. She had fangs. She leaned in, prodded them a little. Eating with those puppies was going to take some getting used to, she thought. On impulse, she brought up her hands, turned her fingers into claws. Hissed. Cool.
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When she orgasmed, she said his name. Twice. And didn’t it make him glad that even though he had no voice, his ears worked just fine. –JM
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When she didn't say anything more, he frowned, thinking this was the pair of them in a nutshell: Standing three feet away from each other and being separated by miles.
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