She was a find, that one, when I turned her. She was my favorite and will be to this day. It was harmless fun, to begin with. Only she would have none of it. Once she had met me she would not let me go. She needed the comfort I was able to give. She needed more from me than I was able to give, and thus, I changed it all. I changed her and her need to be with me, and with it went her personality. Though I love her still I am happy she was able to leave.
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