Love, really? We're vampires, not teenagers. Lust is for the weak. — Ashley Madau, Morningside
Love, really? We're vampires, not teenagers. Lust is for the weak. — Ashley Madau, Morningside
Love, really? We're vampires, not teenagers. Lust is for the weak. — Ashley Madau, Morningside
Love, really? We're vampires, not teenagers. Lust is for the weak. — Ashley Madau, Morningside
Love, really? We're vampires, not teenagers. Lust is for the weak. — Ashley Madau, Morningside
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Love, really? We're vampires, not teenagers. Lust is for the weak.

— Ashley Madau, Morningside
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