texts: Whet do you mean? </s> <s> They were talking about the Vrykolakas this morning. Cathy, that's what you are  a weak, pale, half-dead thing that drains all the life and joy from those who want to live. </s> <s> Miss Wollsten!
labels: You and your mysterious illness. A new attack everytime you are crossed  everytime you can't get your own way.