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A True-er Rendition of Twilight

The boy awoke with a start at the sounds of angered yelling and banging. He rolled out of bed with a thud; nearly waking his lovely female meat-puppet. Still amiss in the drowsiness of recent slumber, he strolled to the window to see what the commotion was about. Suddenly, he stopped: fully alert as he noticed the mass of angry townsfolk; speckled with the occational torch or pitchfork. “No… They’ve found me”, he said in a hushed tone. Startled by the ever-growing sound of rioting, the girl awoke, clutching her bedsheets as he re-dressed. “You don’t have to leave me again, do you?”, she said with a whimper. “Yes, I’m afraid so my dear”, he said coldly, as he finished fashioning his triangular-necked cape. “The villagers have become more and more suspicious since the murders began again. That damned werewolf…”, he said shaking his fist. “But we shall meet again, soon enough.” She nodded as he unlatched the window and flew silently into the night; just as the villagers broke through the front door.

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