Dear Wolfmother,

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            Deju vu huh?

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            It could be so easy. Should be so easy.

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I know what you’d say – I know I know…but you have to consider how clueless they are.

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Not like your children, who had the inborn taste of blood in their system just waiting to be discovered. Secret palate yearning to be unlocked that lay dormant all their lives, like a room inside waiting for the right key to click.

            That key, it turned out, was me, but I’m not sure I can be that same kind of key for them.

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On the other hand, I suppose if they made it here AND survived a dullhouse they might have some kind of room inside them after all? Who knows. In time, maybe they’ll learn what subtlety means. Either that or they’ll be the death of both me and your furry progeny.

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We’ll find out I guess.

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But if they do anything stupid like start a fire again, I’m calling the whole thing off.

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            Fair enough?

                                                          -C