But there is no way I can miss it. The purpose is to talk about the werewar, and Rex, and me. I can smell it. I hate to the be the topic at pack meetings.
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Confessions of a Weredog. By day I am a faithful family pet. Nights, I am out firing the opening salvos of the neobeast war, exploring this new truce with werewolves, tracking lost children and dogs, or watching movies and eating barrels of jerky, depending on the needs of the night.
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