The machete might only be magical in my hand, or in another animator's hand, but it was still a damn long blade, and I didn't trust civilians around it. I need to know what this means. I knew him. Ignorance is not bliss when it comes to basic sex ed, or beginning blood donations for vampires.
You have the look of a fallen angel, ma petite. The last straw was when he took the butter dish off the table, before everybody was finished with it. I smiled, but not like I was happy. No, it'd be warm inside.
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