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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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