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I guess since the groin is the center of a guy's world, he rarely guesses it isn't the center of yours.

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Lilith Saintcrow
Age: 48
Born: 1976
Born: January 1
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New Mexico
United States
Anna Beguine
Lili St. Crow
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Really, I scolded myself, you should have known that you'd end up in a stone dungeon with no facilities. That's how these things always end up, isn't it?
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His shoulder bumped mine again. Can I ask you something? I didn't answer. He was going to ask me anyway. People don't say that if they don't want to pry something out of you.
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So you're a dom, huh? Nice. I stabbed my pancakes again. Kinky. You're the one who ties people up, babe.
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His eyebrows drew together. He was perilously close to unibrow I guess nobody had held him down and administered a good plucking to the caterpillar climbing across his forehead.
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And you know, I believed him. What girl wouldn't?
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The only one, he murmured. His chin dipped a little bit. You know that, Dru? You're the only person who's ever believed in me. You know what that'll do to a guy? What?I- It makes him want to live up to it.
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I sensed him leaning forward. It's weird to feel someone's attention on you that way, like you're the only thing in the world they're listening to. Most of the time people are distracted, or just thinking about what they're going to say next.
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Next to her, even the prettiest djamphir boys looked gawky.
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The smell of apple pies didn't quite fill the house, but it was there, a thread under everything else. It was kind of hard to take Christophe seriously when he smelled like baked goods. I wondered if other djampjir smelled like Hostess Twinkies and sniggered to myself.
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Christophe, with the careful tone of an adult telling a kid not to pet the nice foaming-rabid pooch.
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Don't worry about me, I finally said. Really. I'm more worried about you. And even more worried about where Graves is. Are you? A fey smile lit his face, and I caught my breath. It was a shock to see him look so happy. Well, then.
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I went to the entrance to the restroom, where the hallway did a sharp bend so nobody could peek into the girls' pee-palace.
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It truly sucks to doubt your friends when you only have one or two of them, I realized.
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I looked like a ghost. And I should know. I’ve seen a few.
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Some of the djamphir are so pretty it almost hurts to look at them. And it was hard to look without feeling rumpled and messy in comparison.
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God, was I going to have another day of painful thoughts jumping me every time I relaxed? The obvious solution—to just not relax—was kind of sucking.
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Some days, a killing spree seems like a good idea.
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Are you listening, little bird?
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Oh, dear me. Nathalie sank back down in the chair and examined her Uggs. The sarcasm could've started dripping off her and stained the floor. Is it conspiracy, treachery, murder, or open warfare? I'll have to choose my lipstick accordingly.
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I thought I'd pay you a visit, my dear. Since you're so interesting. My mouth shifted into high gear, leaving my brain behind. You know, you're the second guy in a few days to call me that. You should be more creative.
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