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[profeseed]

*Ahhh, the end of July. The days are long and hot, and winter is but a distant memory....*

Ah, I understand your feelings, but if you try to grow on me it makes it a little hard to move....

*...except for that one certain pesky plant that still stubbornly insists on making one last stand before vanishing once again until December*

((Have one

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[servicewitha]

Welcome to camp.

[vampsuckudry]

And just when I thought I wouldn't run into it again.

[servicewitha]

It's been a while for me.

[vampsuckudry]

Should I feel lucky, then?

[servicewitha]

If it'll make you feel better, sure.

[vampsuckudry]

I hardly care about this.

[servicewitha]

Neither do I.

[vampsuckudry]

Perfect. That will make it easier.

[servicewitha]

Indeed.

[stepping closer?!]

[vampsuckudry]

[takes a few steps closer, too]

I don't think I recall your name.

[servicewitha]

Fuuma. You are . . . ?

[vampsuckudry]

Damon Salvatore.