Seeing a girl walking, Renfield slowed the car an rolled the window down. The sleek lack Lincoln town car didn't seem to fit into this simple little town very well. Ah well. Franceska leaned across him to peer at the blond as he asked,"Excuse me...we're looking for a hotel. A nice one...Can you recommend something and perhaps give us directions? We just arrived and aren't at all familiar with anything here?as of yet."
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The girl looked like someone her brother would charm and do, so it was s pity he'd not arrived yet, Franceska thought dryly, resting a slim hand idly on the thigh of Renfield's black pants. Her subtle or not so subtle way of stating ownership.
I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed.
I get along with the voices inside of my head.
Kat