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What Hope Is There?” I Asked. “if Even Angels Fall, What Hope Is There For The Rest Of Us?” “there Isn’t,” He Said. “we’re On Our Own. And We Have To Make The Choices We Think Are Best For Our Own Survival.

The Future Of Our Relationship Hinged On Advice From A Fifteen-year Old Girl, A Probably Untrue Story From A One-eyed Chihuahua Trainer, And Me Unromantically – Yet Skillfully – Kissing You On Top Of Silverware And China?

He Flipped The Dail, And I Crossed My Arms Over My Chest As Some Vaguely European-sounding Band Sang About How Video Had Killed The Radio Star. I Wished Someone Would Kill This Radio.

You're A Dhampir," I Breathed. "so Are You." He Teased. "yeah, But I Just Thought—" "that I Was Human? Because Of The Bite Marks?" "yeah." I Admitted, No Point In Lying. "we All Have To Survive," He Said "and Dhamphirs Are Good At Figuring Ways Out To.

Wait. You Think I'm Going To Die? That's Why You Slept With Me?