Bronson Pelletier, Kiowa Gordon and Michael Welch - "Eclipse" Convention in Chicago

Hello, My Name Is: Death
Volume Seven
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[TWELVE]
    The tiếp theo thing I knew, I was awake. A Kiss on my lips brought me to the now, and as my eyes opened, I saw Jerek's familiar face looking down into mine. Like a person in awe, he smiled.
    "What?" I asked, and I felt a line being traced over my arm.
    "Nothing." He kissed me again, and sat up. "It's time to get up."
    "Yesterday went bởi fast." I sat up to, holding the covers to my chest.
    "It sure did." Jerek...

Hello, My Name Is: Death
Volume Seven
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[ELEVEN]
    I fell asleep in his arms, my leg over his waist, my head on his chest, my hand on his stomach. I had a dream about a woman, an old woman, sitting behind a bàn that bạn would see at a palm-reader's work shop, and her eyes glowed a misty blue color, and fog shot up out of no where, covering her body, her face. All I could see was her eyes.
    'Where am I?' I thought.
    "Why, bạn are at my place. My haven." The woman said.
    "Who...