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*Wilbur set his mostly empty glass of wine to the side, breathing softly as he looked over to them, a smirk playing on his puffy lips. His fangs hadn’t descended yet, but they knew well that those would be coming out soon. After all, Wilbur always ate his dinner right before dawn.*
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