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I had never dreamed of such a friend as you. Weeks hurled past, weeks that turned into months. She bound a scarf tightly round the place where the blood seemed to be coming from. “Why come after me after all these years, Sebastianus? Haven’t you found any sycophants to convert, any nubile young nymphets to bring into the cannibal flock?” “Why should I do that if there is still the chance of you?” “What if there could be no chance of me? How do you know you can have me?” “I see your game. This also struck her as odd. A shiver slid down inside her. He was half-German and half-Cuban she found out, and he was originally from Florida where his relatives and sister still remained.
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