Immortality With her alto/soprano voice, she sang from her soul. Swinging her hips and flipping her bouncy curls she won over every audience. With her beautiful smile she charmed the pants off her share of men. One night she sat at the grand piano in her home, singing four octaves in scales. And from thin air a dark friend appeared by her side. He snapped his fingers twice, and wine glasses appeared... filled to the rims with blood. The two friends-- of a centuries-old bond-- toasted Immortality and drank with a hunger greater than Death. http://www.CrawfordAndKline.comBirth sign: Virgo
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