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wewe poopoo paper.

However, I'll have to redact the meaningless fraction in order for it to function for your interests.

As a foreplay, the tail of the conversation will roll.

"Let's say they're necessarily true, how people describe werewolves' way of life. How popular fiction has really captured our way of life."

"Then, how would you feel about it?"

"I won't know what to feel about it."

"Then do you believe that the stereotypes are true?"

"I could understand it if the earliest writers knew of werewolves, but you're the first person who identified me as a werewolf."

"I'm sorry if it sounds rude but I have to ask. How old are you, Mister Warwick?"

The chance for the answer wasn't realized.

Abrupt as it was rude, a violent rush of mystery pierced through the water beside us.

While being a series of fine conversation─maybe even veering to playfulness─a distraught entity suddenly decided to surface out the quiet Thames River, and ruined the chain.