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The vista was spectacular, its majesty splendor stealing my breath away. I tried to reach out to Emilia in my mind, seeking to share the moment with her. I knew she would chastise me for wasting her memory’s space, but such were the whims of love overpowering logic. Whether human or werewolf, it didn’t matter. I had fallen for this girl and no amount of fate could take that hopeless devotion from me. And if a full moon had to be observed before she could become one of us, I would ensure to take care of all the formalities required. The restaurant ahead looks quite promising. An unvoiced message drifted out into the ethers in search of her ear. Do you have any ideas for dinner? I’m near a Chinese restaurant, Emilia replied. If it goes well, we can eat in Chinatown. Those hot pots smell go
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