VULNERABLE
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Last published Mon, Apr 21, 2025
Teenagers....the most vulnerable of creatures she thought. Sitting in the dark SUV tapping her long claws on the steering ,she grimaced .
At once she was a teenager too.
Chatty and giggly, clubbing and partying, depressed and
VULNERABLE.
Her hands tightened on the wheels drowning her in her trained thoughts. As the leather started tearing , She saw him.
The thoughts vanished she smiled licking her lips knowing how much she was going to enjoy this .
She was once a human too, vulnerable pathetic human.
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