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But then there was one moment when we were writing the third episode [“Friday Night Bites”] where Kevin called me and he basically pitched to me the Damon-Stefan storyline where Stefan’s upset with Damon about abusing Caroline and using her as a puppet, and Damon says, “They’re whatever I want them to be. They are puppets,” and then he kills Coach Tanner, and we’re sitting here thinking, God, this guy is such a dick! Like, he’s such a dick, such a bad guy. But then at the very end of the show, there he is, standing over Elena’s bed watching her sleep. And when Kevin pitched that to me, I felt like a tug in my chest, like, oh my God, this is important. This is important.

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i never feel like doing homework ._.

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She was Elena Gilbert. She was eighteen years old. She was the doppelganger. Damon Salvatore loved her. She knew these things to be true. She’d experienced his love from all angles now—the burning heat of his physical desire, the startling intensity of his longings. And she could only conclude one thing: It was scary as hell. A love like that was demanding and consuming. It was a love that would swallow her alive if she let it. And Elena didn’t know that she could do that, didn’t know that she could let go and allow those terrible, wonderful feelings to devour her whole.

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