| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - My mother was saying something about the speed of light and the effects this would have on Santa's face.There was a small moment in which time seemed to stop as I stared into his sparkling blue eyes; normally, if Vlad Masters had dared to touch me, I would have gone ghost and attacked him, even if it meant morphing in front of all these people, but on this day I found myself almost tranquillized b
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