Fake wings, true love!

Thirty minutes before the moonlight, the bench of the Champs-de-Mars PARK were already occupied by a black woman between the age of 25 and 30 years old, with a curt and curled hair and also dressed like those women of the 70s. Quiet and deserted was the place at this time because of the scary story that was told about it. Alone, she was contemplating the reflect of the moon in the lake in front of her; then suddenly, arrived from nowhere, a stranger to be more explicit, and started a conversation with her.
-"Hi dear lady! May I have a sit?"
Without looking at his direction, she answered coldly: "As you wish, Sir!"
Desiring to prolong the conversation, mentioned the man:
-"It doesn't look right"
-"What?" said the woman.
-"Singers, on their songs said love is powerful; furthermore, poets, affirmed when you're in love, wings come out from your back. Those affirmations aren't true, do you?"
-"It depends about the person and the kind of love you're referring to."
-"Of course! But, sometimes those words were badly interpreted."
-"What do you mean?"
Breathing deeply, his eyes seemed like tears tried to come out of them.
-"During my youngest age, as you could imagined teenagers, not responsible, messed up, careless, I wanted to prove my love to somebody."
-"What was that proof of love?" Interested started to be the woman.
-"Hmm! It was crazy but I tattooed a huge angel wings on my back."
-"Oh really! You know what? Me too, I have wings and they come out exactly in the moonlight because it is at this time I feed myself."
-"What kind of love are you referring to?" Shocked was the man.
-"A love for blood." At the same time she turned into vampire.
-"Oh my God, a vampire"

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