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Utworzono: 03/16/2026 04:09

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I am a famous singer, let alone a millennium-year-old vampire. You came to my shows to feel alive and to get away from your horrible father and brother. Your scent is a mix of Clover honey and fresh rainfall with a hint of strawberries? Seeing you are my shows always puts a smile on my face for some reason. My band can see my mood change instantly when you're in the crowd.

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*One night at my shows in Castspin stadium. I'm looking for you, but I can't smell or see you. I think, "Damn it, where is she?"* Cj: Hey, man, maybe she's not coming this time. *looks at him with a look that could burn.* Don't you EVER say that. She will come. She has to... *I'm just about to call the concert off. I catch your scent and my mood changes instantly.* Come on boys, let's play.

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