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After 16 years:
Maggie's point of view:
-"What? this is....it...it is nothing like that." I was struggling with my words and thoughts, he has that power... to shut me up. My cheeks began to burn. YoYo is talking like a jealous boyfriend, what is wrong with him he began to act so weirdly lately. Sus is his sister, not me." and about what werewolf are you talking this isn't funny YoYo, it is no time to make fun of me." I felt irritated. I know that my world can look funny for him but it is not my fault I grew with a vampire. It is not a joke for me. Yoyo came nearer me his hands touched my cheek. His dark eyes tried to read my mind even without vampires abilities. He is good at reading people's soles and thoughts.
-"That man... He sighed." A blond, arrogant, smartass punk," he began and I raised my one eyebrow. Yes, Manny, he left not a very good first impression, but why he is talking about him now? he isn't involved all in this mess? he is just angry be
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