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wuss out.”
    Then everyone on both sides laughed . It was true.
    “Why not? What good does it do you to hate each other so much?”
    “The two easiest emotions to have, Prince,” Tybalt said, “are love and hate. We decided to not waste love on them, so we chose hate.”
    “Trust me,” Benvolio yelled, “We choose to hate you right back.”
    “Very good then, let’s just agree to hate one another,” Tybalt said. “See, Prince, we can agree on something.”
    “Well, let’s agree that you two go back to your separate sides of the city and call it an evening.”
    Both sides settled into a long stare down and then I felt it was time for me to speak up. “All right, let’s go, guys,” I said. “We will do this another time.” My guys nodded and followed me out of the area.
    Tybalt yelled something like they were doing the same thing. I didn’t respond and neither did any of the guys I was with.
    I knew this wouldn’t be the last time we met. The amazing part was, this scuffle wasn’t even the most exciting thing that happened to me tonight. Who was that girl on the subway? I needed to find out. I had a feeling…that she was my destiny.
     
     
    Chapter Six
 
    The following week , I was working at my job over nea r the subway by Bowling G reen near Libert y Island. I worked for Friar Laurence. Friar was one of these guys who didn ’ t take any sides. He was very liberal about the pa ranormal world. Friar had a lot of wiidesdom and confidence for someone who was merely a human. If someone was only a human, it was looked down upon. It’s like… choose a side already. Those humans are usually pacifists.
    The belief was a t some time or another , every man and every woman needed to make a choice. That choice define d him in Ve r o n a. People around here knew you didn’t have to be a Montague to get Montague treatment. All you had to be was a werewolf. I guess it’s all the same on the other side.
    I worked off of Whitehall Street near the Hudson River. I t was an old-school butcher shop where we cut and sold the meat in the same location.
    It was a nice job for a werewolf. But the past couple of days, I couldn’t do anything but think about that girl from the subway. Who was she? I had no idea how to run into her again.
    I was in the back of the butcher shop, trying to come up with a way to see her again. I was cutting and slicing meat and wrapping them according to weight. There was a lot of meat in the shop , and werewolves love meat. I prefer red it raw, right off the actual bone. I couldn ’ t imagine liking meat like that when I was still human, but now , that was all I c ould stomach. Da iry and werewolves didn’t mix. Dairy might as well be a silver stake for all I cared . They both got me to hunch over.
    It was nearing the end of my shift , and I was sneaking some raw veal in the back. I like d to make myself a veal and chicken sandwich. I place d a chicken patty in between two piec es of veal. It’s a meat dream. I called it a dreamwich.
    “Hey, Romey!” That is what Friar Laurence called me. “You ’ re not eating up all C="+h="2of my inventory again? Are you , son ?”
    “Sorry, Friar , I was starving. ”
    “ You ’ r e always starving. I don’t see any ribs showing. ”
    “And you have enough meat to feed all of Verona back here.”
    “Not if you keep wolfing it down. No pun intended.” Friar Laurence gave me one of his classic winks that was paternal in nature.
    “Did you need something, Friar? I ’ m on my break.”
    “Your two friends are out front. They are dressed up for what looks like a costume party.”
    “Really?” I asked. I didn’t know about a costume party.
    “Unless Benvolio is now living his life as a transvestite prostitut e, a nd Mercutio now thinks he ’ s a baby … then I ’ d say they are in costume.”
    “I have got to see this.” I stepped out of the back and made my way to the front area of the butcher shop. I looked by the cash register and