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| Hello, young one! Youre blood, it smells so tasty... | |
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| Ohh, I want one of those puppies... | |
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| What is she thinking about? Hmmmm... | |
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| I'll name the black one Dracula... | |
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And so, with Count Dracula sated, he vanishes, leaving the boody of a drained, thin little girl....
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| Eeehhh..... No dogs, please. I don't like the furry things... | |
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| HOLY SHIT! AAAAGGGGHHHHH!!!!! | |
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