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[thuringwethil]

While everyone was rejoicing over their victory in killing my husband, I collected the pieces, found where he hid Eight and moved us to some place a bit less obvious. No maps, no blinking neon signs that read "Here there be Vampires", no infomericals on the location of our secret hideout. We're safe for now.

So after all the drama, I get to patch him back up. Meh. Am more than a little tempted to teach him a lesson and reattach his head to his ass. Would solve all the comehither thing with other women...

mmn.