.the HOPE of a c e n t u r y.Annett’s Diner. My dark irises flickered over the neon sign proclaiming the little Philadelphia diner to be open. I could see even from where I stood on the other side of the street that the small, brightly lit place was half empty of customers. Still, it was raining and, it being a holiday, Annett’s was the only place open. I didn’t dare risk drawing attention to myself by continuing my walk in the rain. My eyes were dark enough to go un-noticed, but that meant that I was hungry, which worried me; how long could I hold out with the scent of ten humans saturating the air around me?.the HOPE of a c e n t u r y.
My mind was made up for me as the
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In your pants...
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and you say it as if it was a bad thing -pfft-
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did I mention I like Sly Cooper? owo
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In your pants...
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and you say it as if it was a bad thing -pfft-
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did I mention I like Sly Cooper? owo
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