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Vampire. Dangerous. Unknowable. Seriously creepy. This one's name was Constantine. We'd met before.

Robin McKinley

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Robin McKinley
Age: 71
Born: 1952
Born: November 16
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Warren
Ohio
Jennifer Carolyn Robin McKinley
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Dangerous
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Constantine
Unknowable
Creepy
Vampire
Seriously

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Beauty: You called me beautiful last night. Beast: You do not believe me then? Beauty: Well - no. Any number of mirrors have told me otherwise. Beast: You will find no mirrors here, for I cannot bear them: nor any quiet water in ponds. And since I am the only one who sees you, why are you not then beautiful?
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