"I didn't want to die. Not this way. Not without someone I loved. But who cares? No-one care's about me. Well, hell to them. I'll show them.
I woke up, sweating. The room was to quiet, to cold. Death seemed to sing on the walls. I stood up unsure of what to do next. Of course Jacob, por then I was being tracked por a Vampire. Oh yes, I was scared and that night I went to visit my parents and well my human life ended" I finished composição literária and paused. And then I wrote "You know the story from there" I sighed.
It was hard not to resist Jacob. Suddenly I cheirado, cheirava, smelt a smell I knew to well. Jane. She was on...
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