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“Glancing at Danika, I notice she isn't wearing her normal 'look at me, all proper' style. Instead she has on jeans, a red t-shirt with the image of a smiling mushroom on it, and a pair of tennis shoes. "Wow, you look...different." She cast a peek down at her clothes. "This was always my preferred style, but I thought I had to dress prim and proper to be taken seriously. But you know what I realized when I met you?" "What?" She takes a step forward, placing her hand over my heart. "It's not about appearances, it's about heart.”

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Blood Burdens

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