Michelle and Missy chatted vigorously in the front seat, oblivious to both the world and other cars on the road. ” Her urge to drink deeply of his blood was growing insane, ignited by what he had already donated. The joy that filled her veins with throbbing fire urged her to rise and go swinging and whirling and dipping. One always dreamed of this and never believed it. He could remember when women laid away their gowns in lavender—as this girl's mother had.
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