Which brings me back to the original question: who is the love of my life? Maybe I don't have one. Whimpering while you walked was always a bad sign. If we'd accepted their hospitality, do you think I could have had the vampire they whipped? I raised an eyebrow. The lights glistened on blood and bodies.
There was worse to come, or worse to her. He nodded, but didn't turn to go. He would remember this little scene and he would think on it, you could feel it. You'd do the same for Donna.
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