Oops, bad Joey. This was not a good day for writing...
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She
could not really be mad at him. Sam and the other immortals all danced to their
own tune. She had known that for a long time. This was just another example of
it. She was used to it really. She had been friends with non-humans for as long
as she could remember. She had often come here, to Seaview Cottage as a child,
back before her grandmother had adopted her from her mother.
Even
back then the cottage and its surrounding lands had been a second home to those
who walked mostly unseen amongst the mortal masses. Her grandmother had been an
aberration too, but for a different reason. Twilight had never lost her belief
in the arcane and supernatural while her grandmother had had a face to face
encounter that had forced her to reopen her eyes.
Maxine Rodgers had been a stubborn old lady with wirey white hair and brown eyes that seemed to be able to pick out trouble makers a mile away.
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