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Friends and family, People who are close to me And to whom I can commit I've got to have it My first kiss, A much imagined bliss The two of us will never split I really want it Love and laughter, Wonderful now and hereafter A joy that everyone must admit We can't live without it

In a boat together Kissing each other how I'll want forever You held my heart in your hand Then all of a sudden, forgot your vow Enticed by something much more grand My heart fell into the sea It's the norm now No one cares about me

I stood just inside the forest, the snow swirling around me, but I did not notice, my fur protected from the cold and my mind was distracted by my mission. My master, Dracula, would be pleased to know I have tracked the human thus far. All had been easy, up to this point, but now the fool was stumbling around in the snow, toward an abandoned graveyard, on Walpurgis nacht of all nights. Stupid human. Dracula would be reclining on my pelt within the week if anything happened to the man. The snow was coming down thicker and faster now, and a flash of lightning lit up the dark night sky. In it I could see the man running towards me, probably hop

Paul awoke to sunlight streaming through the windows, but the first thing he saw was the stained trousers folded over a chair. Rising, he took them into the bathroom to clean off the muck, but to no avail. A new plan in mind, Paul opened his suitcase for another pair of trousers, but found that all had identical, sickly-orange blotches. "Idiot maid, pulling a prank like this," came the frustrated mumble. Nevertheless he dressed, putting on otherwise clean trousers and headed downstairs with the rest in a bag. After entering the lobby Paul, being a country boy, studied the parquet floor as he walked. "I see he left his mark." Paul turned and