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Concussion.
*Abram's POV*
I sit once more in my study, pushing thoughts around in my head. I seen her today, this girl who I'm going to kill. The girl who looks like Elsie, is blood to Elsie. Who smelled like her, moved like her, and who had the sane tiny white scar in her brow. I could have fell to my knees and wept. It's disgusting, despicable, and unnatural. This girl is not a coincidence. If it were looks alone, I could pass it off, but it's not. It is everything. Another thought comes to mind, but I scoff it away.
"Abram! Sire, where have you been I-" I silence him with a hand.
"I was with the girl. I found her." He swallows hard and looks away.
"You didn't...you never-"
"No. For no
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