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My story:In 1546, I was born in Italy. My name was Sarinha and I was farely attractive. I met a man, working at a clinic and his name was Petros. I fell in love with him, and his blood red eyes were sort of charming. But one day, he told me he was a vampire and he bit my neck without warning. We both moved out of Italy to America in 1775. I changed my name to Sarah and he changed his to Travis.
We moved to Texas, and we set up a farm. Because he never got tired, nor old, we did fairly fantastic.
I came home from hunting and found a blonde girl with and attractive body sitting on the sofa, unterrified. My Petros came in to the living room and saw me, and immediately frowned. I left him and his girl.
I play baseball well, and I maintain a good style of dress. Any questions, ask me.
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