The woman is in my face with good news. She believes that she can play the starmaker with my intrepid eyes, intrepid for the fearless hunger and passion of her soul. The vampire is alert with deadly arms. The ones that all the ladies find to be ice pick thin but strong. She is not like the others – she is the special one. And that instance he knew cameras could not hold this liveliest lovely all by herself albeit within the auspices of a vampire’s time. She is his prey, she falls to the dancing October skies. Touch toes to the moon, this ballerina is kite high.
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