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I'm sorry I can't give you the normal life you wanted, but I promise to adore you every day for the rest of your new one.

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Jeaniene Frost
Age: 50
Born: 1974
Born: June 13
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the United States of America
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Now I am short on some props, and there isn't nearly enough time in one night to run through all the ways I've fantasized about taking you, but I promise you this... His voice deepened, You'll be scandalized in the morning when you can think again.
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Bubbles. On a scale of one to ten, a bubble bath has to rank zero as far as things I'd expect an older-than-dirt-badass vampire to indulge in. The only thing that would surprise me more would be if you pulled out a rubber ducky. -Kira to Mencheres
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How I hated the dark part of me that continually foretold of failure or futility.
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Why don't I just give you a pair of my panties to hang around your neck? Then whenever you feel jealous, you can wave them at whoever's pissing you off.
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...But the one thing that I would never, ever recover from would be losing you. You made me promise before to go on if that happened, but Bones, I wouldn't want to. - Cat from This Side of the Grave
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Classic line from Bones (vampire) to human who thinks human kind is ready for the vamps and ghouls to come out of the closet The day your kind stops killing each other over skin colour or which God someone prays to, I might believe that.
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I just elbowed the pretty blonde he'd been speaking to aside and slapped my panties on his chest. As soon as I saw you, I purred, I knew I wouldn't be needing these!
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Isn’t he gorgeous?” With those rolls, the wet-sounding grunts, bulbous wiggly tail, and smashed face—not to mention the fart the dog let out once he situated himself—he was gorgeous in a way that only a parent could appreciate.
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Tate grabbed me, hugging me so hard, I knew I'd have bruises. He was probably unaware of it, not having had much time to get used to his new strength. I pushed at him, Tate...you're squeezing me too hard. He let go of me so fast I almost staggered. Oh Christ, I can't do anything right!
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Get stuffed, don't you have more publicity stunts to pull? Bones shot back. How about chatting with another writer who can smear your name into greater popularity? What, did Anne Rice not return your calls, mate? Vlad asked scathingly. Jealousy is such an ugly trait.
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Catherine! Get out of my way. I need to have a word with that thing. Since she usually called Bones filthy animal, I assumed thing meant Ian.
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MTV and video games have solved that problem as far as most of humanity goes. That, and telly, as it were.” “Telly?” Who was that? He grunted in amusement. “Television, of course. Don’t you speak English?” “You sure don’t,” I muttered. Shaking his head, he frowned at me.
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