I was outside my house, fighting with some werewolves that wont stay out of my trash. They lunge at me, ripping the shirt off my body, and then they smell you. They chargw, and i run to get in the middle, Throwing a handful of silver powder i had in my pocket, making them run. I turn and look at you smiling Damn werewolves won't stay out of my trash.i hope your not scared Don't worry, they do this every full moon I laugh, and you look confused
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