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Touch me again, and it will be your last act in life - Blue Eyes.
Lilith Saintcrow
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Lilith Saintcrow
Age: 48
Born: 1976
Born: January 1
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New Mexico
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Anna Beguine
Lili St. Crow
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They all looked like a shampoo commercial, healthy and clear-skinned, perfectly proportioned, a group of handsome young men. Their clothes hung on them like they were glad to be gracing such supermodels.
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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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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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I looked like a ghost. And I should know. I’ve seen a few.
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I wasn't sure if the word boys should mean dim or incomprehensible. I was hovering between the two, with a healthy dose of testosterone-poisoned.
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What you cannot escape, you must fight what you cannot fight, you must endure.
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The only place their voices were left was in my head. It was better than being alone but it was so, so lonely.
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And you know, I believed him. What girl wouldn't?
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Death did not play favorites—He loved all equally. What you cannot escape, you must fight what you cannot fight, you must endure . The god's voice—not quite words, just a thread of meaning laid in my receptive mind—
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I'd kind of expected that kids who knew about the Real World wouldn't act like jock dipwads. Guess I was wrong.
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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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He was the only boy I'd found worth dating in God knows how many schools. I mean, ever since he'd been bitten by a werwulf he'd been rock-steady. The best thing about this totally effed-up situation.
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It wasn't sarcasm. Graves blew out a cloud of acrid smoke. It was pointing out a fallacy in your logic, babe. Anna's jaw actually dropped. For a moment, I wasn't sure if I should laugh or push him out of the room. Way to go, Graves.
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Besides, the normal people here wouldn’t see it. That was what “different” meant. It’s just another word for lonely.
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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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It truly sucks to doubt your friends when you only have one or two of them, I realized.
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Come take a look at one of the oldest human urges- religion. After all, the only thing that makes us screwier is sex.
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Oh God, Oh God we’re all gonna die doesn’t really fit the definition of banter, now does it?
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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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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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