I follow her, study her. What's she thinking, who is she, what's her name? I don't even know that, I don't even know her. She's nothing just one person, but what if she has a kid or more. . . what is she is someone's reason for life. Like my Emily was before she was taken from me. It doesn't matter to me, not now, not when I have already drained her body of the thick delicious blood.
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