has a terrible obsession. But it is so good.
It started when I was young.
When I would spend hours in the trunk, with those fake teeth.
I'd wear the cape as well, but since then my image of the creature has changed.
And now I squeal like a giddy school-girl over literature and films.
Oh the brooding wonderful mess. Oh the idea of that romance.
Oh the funny obsession.
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