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Intuition
Penelope's pov I'm the kind of girl to get herself into trouble by opening her mouth and talking. You've got to take put a tape over me because heavens, I can f**k up for myself let me explain in simple terms. When I mentioned that the sick woman smelled nothing like the Bechalots, everyone wanted me to prove it. Mostly Ingar, she was out for blood and for a good reason, it wasn't my own. I have never been happier. Well, I have, but go with it for my sake. When I got an old teddy bear of the nameless Bechalot, which still had her scent on it. You and I are both asking questions as to why a woman in her forties has a plushies, and teddy bears in an old bedroom she no longer sleeps in…… Couldn't get any creepier than that. Though I'll give the vampires credit for not sleeping in coffins.
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