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Katherine followed him, looking around her. She now knew infomation that she will probably never need but she didn’t care
“A tomato may be a fruit, but it is a singular fruit. A savory fruit. A fruit that has ambitions far beyond the ambitions of other fruits.” ― E. Lockhart, The Disreputable History of Frankie Landau-Banks
Tash watched them go a little sadly. Although he was a vampire, and their species were basically mortal enemies, and they hadn’t exactly had a cutie-tootie little conversation, she still never had people visit. The fact was, she was so damn lonely that even a bloody vampire made her feel better. But now he was gone, and Katherine too, and she sighed. Tash closed the door and sat on the couch, thinking lightly about actually going home instead of using the pack’s apartment. This was owned by the pack as a whole, a place one could go if they were out of a home or job or just needed to hide for a while. Speaking of pack… Natasha got out a bottle of bleach and scrubbed every place Moone had touched or been close to. She didn’t need the Alpha finding out a vampire knew this place.
1 guacamole is equal to 6.0221415*10^23 guacas. Fact. Avocados constant.
He turned, looking at Katherine, wondering what he could say to scare he out of following him. He raised his hand, attempting to signal her to stop following him, “Okay, I don’t need a pet.” He told her gently, not wanting her to get pulled into his strange life.
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