♫♫ Queen of Sound ♫♫
♫Clara Marie Desmond♫
♫Clara Marie Desmond♫
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Clara rolled her eyes shrugging the vampire off “ Well from what we’ve seen apparently there are a lot of “rules” of the lore that aren’t exactly rules since they’ve been broken left and right over the last few hundred years. So like it or not sweet cheeks, you can deal with it or get your opinions and thoughts back out my a** and my business. I have my reasons and if you can’t respect that then you need to go the ******** on. I never asked you for this, I never even asked you to stay with me tonight. I asked you to take me someplace he couldn’t reach me. You filled in the rest of this and I’m done. “ As she talked she tended to her own wounded arms ignoring the place on her leg. “You know that’s a good idea, lose my number would ya? I’ll take care of myself. Go roll around on the floor all puppy eyed asking for belly rubs. Whatever makes you happy chick.” She said as she finished with her left arm. It was clear from what she’d said Clara was done with the situation, done with being bossed around, dragged around, and having other people’s beliefs forced on her. She’d quietly stood by and let everyone have their say, even when she’d been distraught over finding out she was pregnant she’d kept her temper. That was over, she was done being a door mat or having other people tell her what she should and shouldn’t do.
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