Under a Full moon
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I never had given much thought to how i would die but I guess dying in the place of someone you love was a good way to go. I'm Cassanra leeha Monroe, and right now i'm locked in my basement, it all started when my mother died but that day changed my entire life, that day someone saved me, that someone was Adam. But he saved me sure but afterwards, I was saved in a different kind of way........... I was saved by being well- loved, and in returned i had fallen in love. Then I repayed the favor, i sacrificed my self. Love is a pwerful thing It makes us werewo- oops I mean humans do crazy things, make us die for them bleed for them, make the ultimate sacrife for them- the ones we love, and the ones that loved us.
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