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We Are None Of Us Perfect, And...we Learn To Take These Imperfections And Make Them Only A Small Part Of Who We Are

It Wasn't Hard To Follow The Scent Of Blood To The Living Room Where The Fae Had Been Killed. It Had Been A Violent Death, Perfect For Creating Ghosts.

When I Die Of Heart Failure The Next Time You Frighten Me Like That, You Can Put That On My Gravestone —‘i Didn’t Mean To Startle Her

A Werewolf Tossed Me Against A Giant Packing Crate While I Was Trying To Rescue A Frightened Young Girl Who'd Been Kidnapped By An Evil Witch And A Drug Lord.

Tis The Gift To Be Gentle, ’tis The Gift To Be Fair, ’tis The Gift To Wake And Breathe The Morning Air, To Walk Every Day In The Path That We Choose, Is The Gift That We Pray We Will Never Never Lose.