We discuss lots of things post-romp. You. The gargoyles. Her work. My not-family. You again. Face it, John, she's got her hooks into you now. You're hers as much as you're mine.
I'm going to have to get arrested and have a talk with that woman of yours. People die around me, usually because I'm around beings like you or - others.
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