staring at her fangs
and she came up to me and talked to me. and as she talked she told me
about the colleges she was applying to. how she was going to be an
artist. but all i could do was to stare at her fangs as she smiled.
and talked. as i nodding. wanting so desperately for those fangs to
bite into my neck. staring. later on i looked for the fangs. everytime
i saw her. but i never saw them again. perhaps she could control her
mouth muscles so as not to show them. but i remember. i saw them. so
hot. so beautiful.
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