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There were times I wonder which one of us is even better at keeping our tails He has black hair, which was a bit up to his neck, black gazes, red lips, almost six feet tall too, very muscular as me, a pointed nose and bright features. He had tattoos almost all over his torso and a bit of piercing, unlike the couple done on my ears, the teachers at school had to tell me numerous times to take the damn thing off and Damon is in the same school and class with me. They have both been my best friends since we were youngsters. I swallowed greedily the last milk on the glass, dropping it on the floor. Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself, damn. My name is Raven Bardawulf, I'm almost twenty years old, in my final year in high school, almost six feet tall, white hair, energetic, and I could say
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