Somewhere Safe
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What if you found out that everyone around you wasn't whom they claimed to be? Of course our third grade teacher was a stripper, and our neighbor was having an ongoing affair with your friend's mom. Those things aren't as surprising as what I'm going to tell you now. But what if what you've seen in movies, or have read in books were real, but we're too narrow minded to see it?
Maybe the labels of "Werewolves and Vampires are just stories" are ways for our mind to label and accept them. Perhaps the abandonment of these folk lores are their way to be accepted into modern society. Maybe the "True Loves Gaze", "Imprinting", "Mates" are their alternate words for us to say True Love. So here is a folk lore, or maybe a true story no one will ever know, it's up to you to make this a reality or fantasy.
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