Werewolves of London
The End
Ze Von and Only II
by Nonie Rider
"Sounds like Phoebe Green really did a number on you, Mulder."
"Yeah. Look, I don't want to talk about it."
"I know what you want. Roll over."
"I'm not really in the mood."
"Mulder, do you mind if I kill her a little bit?"
"What? Of course I mind, you son of a bitch."
"Damn. I don't like people who hurt you, and I've never been able to stand
maneaters."
"What do you call yourself then, Alex? I remember last night, even if you
don't."
"How could I forget? Come here, you."
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