But I was human, or at least not a lycanthrope. I blinked and turned to him. She kissed him and this time he let her. The four females in the right corner were all over five hundred years old.
I estimated forty heads, more, before I lost count, or lost heart to count anymore. He was watching her, and the look on his was disgusted, embarrassed. Gas station with bars on the windows and graffiti spread across everything like a contagious disease. Nothing you'd hear from the other end of the hallway.
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