<font color="red">The Lost Boys</font>

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By <b>Dark Neko</b>

Come on, Michael I'll race ya. You don't have to beat me, you just have to keep up. Come on, Michael. You're one of us. Here Michael Drink some of this, it's harmless, I promise. It's blood, Michael. Don't drink it. Come on, Michael. You're one of us. Hey Michael come down here, hang on tight. I hear a train a-coming. Let go, Michael; don't be scared. Let's fall into oblivion. Come on, Michael. You're one of us. Let's go, Michael. We've got something to show you. What is it, you ask? It's feeding time. Here, we'll show you. Come on, Michael. You're one of us. Michael! I'm sorry! I don't want to do it. Not to you, not to anyone. Don't become a vampire. Come on, Michael. You're <b>not</b> one of them! Don't listen to her, Michael. You know what you did. You knew what would happen. Now do what I say and follow through. We <i>need</i> you, Michael. You're one of us. No, Michael. You can't stop now. We're the lost boys, Michael. We don't stop. You're a lost boy too, Michael. You're one of us.

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