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v_bq_mellorsRounding the corner, Oliver stopped and peered up and down the street. No sign of Frankie, but he certainly could smell the Were. Closing his eyes, the vampire concentrated on the crowd, eliminating the pure humans in one sniff. Harder, taking in more air, he located a vampire or two, and even a few Weres, but not his were.
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